Does anyone really believe you have a 19” dick? Do many men actually know their wife’s measurements? Dress size? Maybe. Bra size? Possible. Weight... Never! So why do many stories start out with “she was 5’10, 38dd-26-36 and 117 pounds? Despite the fact that your story says you met at a bar earlier that day. And personally, I’m a huge fan of dirty talk. But I’ve never ever heard a real woman say “Ram me with your rock hard throbbing man missile”.How do we sort through the chaff to find the. I sipped my cuppa and hand rolled a fag, then I heard a sight sound, where I sat in the boiler room, I was completely out of sight from the doorway. It was probably one of the snotty kids finding the door unlocked and decided to investigate.I turned the corner and no it was that big busted girl, the one with the long blonde hair, what's her name, Bridget, that's right Bridget. She was lighting up a fag herself, stunt her growth it will, but by looking at her it was already too late for that,. .. he never knew.She lay on the bed, her arms by her sides, pale and naked with her lust tightly coiled within her. She heard the door click shut. She listened for the clatter of keys and coins as he emptied his pockets, the smell of his trainers as he kicked them across the room. Then she felt the full weight of his body as he began to fuck her with ruthless efficiency. She raised her arms over her head. He clamped her wrists with one hand as he took her as remorselessly as she hoped he would.. “So, Jeffery Ralston, Junior, you can call me Mrs. Warren,” the white woman said.“The woman at the store called you ‘Teacher.’”“So she did. When we met, I was teaching at the school we just left. You saw the children as they poured out. People around here often address those teachers as ‘Teacher Nelson’ or ‘Teacher Purcell.’ I was ‘Teacher Kendrick’ before I got married. Anyway, what do I call you? Junior? Jeffery?”“I’m Jeff.” And he thawed a bit towards the white woman who asked what he.