" It often does, I will admit. Nothing like a guy who holds the car door open for a woman. I laugh each time, because it is so chauvinistic." How so?"...Don questioned."Well there are certain things in life that a man has adopted as things to do for the woman. They get this gentlemen tag like a badge of courage. If we do something for the man in our lives, we are called good housekeepers." That isn't always true," Don retorted."You would be hard pressed to find an occurance where the woman holds. Just for starters. ' Our affair began from there. Every odd week, every spare time we had together he would come round and we'd fuck, often while I was dressed in leotard and tights. He had a naughty fetish of sniffing my panty/pantyhose crotch deeply, sometimes kissing and licking as he stroked my ass and patted my buttocks through the shiny material, and I have to admit, the way it felt to be sitting on my hunks face, and the teasing sensation of him sniffing very deeply, usually sent me over. I reached onto the counter and retrieved the grape jelly that was out. I used my hands and pulled out a large amount. I split it between my hands and I rubbed it onto Lori's swaying boobs. Her nipples became even harder from the cold substance. She began toying with her clit and her pussy started convulsing around my cock as she began her orgasm. As I continued to thrust I was also trying not to climax yet. Lori came down from her orgasm and disconnected herself from me. Turning towards me I. I came to it by accident and never thought I'd be able to afford it. But life smiled on me. The whole district is noted for its liberal, easy-going lifestyle. This story stared over two years ago. I met my then girfriend, Faye, at one of the many bars here. After our second date she invited me a party at her loft. Faye very much personified the south Florida lifestyle. She was an innovative lover, willing to do all sorts of different things, including threesomes, though oddly enough she never.