I wonder something, Dennis, just what you have in store for me tonight. And I might add, who gives a hoot about sleeping!”Dennis pulled her clos...r and planted a kiss that would make Mother Teresa blush. Then nibbled her ear and whispered, “Wait and see darling!” He had wanted her in his arms since the first time he laid eye on that seductive little nightie online. He loved her full figured body, large breasts and the hint of pussy showing in the picture, oh fuck just looking. I called and an hour later she texted me she is outside and I let her in and damn she was fire just how she looked. We made out a bit and was kissing her neck as she was feeling my cock and I was think “yes, it’s ready for you to be on your knees and start sucking it” well damn I was wrong. As I was kissing her neck she slowly push my head down to her tits and making me suck on them and I was mad or anything I was loving it and then she sit on the bed kissed my lips and told me “are you ready”. We had a connection, but we’d also taken the drug and had a few drinks. Everything just made me feel better than ever. I loved her in that moment, but I think I probably could have loved anyone who was with me at that moment.”Maggie wasn’t making too much sense, but I didn’t want to challenge her too hard and interrupt her flow.“She started kissing me ‘down there’. She moved my panties to one side so that I felt her tongue on my pussy. I nearly climaxed as soon as she did that. It was. I took foul tips into the forearm, the thighs, a hand, almost every game. Torment. But even then it was not an easy decision to stop. I loved that game. But it was always a game, just a game. I never thought it was important to society or democracy. I saved some money, invested conservatively on good advice and built up some savings. I made a living–a lot compared to plumbers and teachers and carpenters–but that wasn’t it for me. I loved that game. Kinsella called it the thrill of the grass,.