He is handsome, smart and ambitious. Jim is a great lover. He makes the best love to me. But Jim is a good boy. Jim makes love to me but he never "fuc...s" me, if you know what I mean. He would never call me names. He feels guilty when he cums in my mouth even though I tell him I love it. And he would never fuck my ass because he doesn’t want to cause me pain. Jim would never treat me as a sex object. Even if I begged him to, and I have. It’s just not in him. It is not who he is. I never cheated. That bloody diamond ring he was giving her was the size of a bleeding golf ball. What woman's going to turn down that kind of dough?" Oh!" Beverley said again, and then she stood there for a few moments, obviously thinking about what she was going to say next. "And you think that it was a set-up then, this Joan woman was cruel enough to send you in there so you could witness this guy proposing to Lindsey?" Yeah that's about it. All too much of a coincidence to be anything else. I mean, how did. Looking for my shoebox I saw several boxes stacked up filled to the brim with my DVD collection. I made a note to come back another time for them. Several albums, my high school yearbooks, some toys. None of them being Puddles.I was about to give up my best detective efforts, 'Jen and the case of the missing shoebox,' I thought to myself and spotted it sitting in the corner by itself. It looked a little damp and the unicorn stickers had begun to peel. "Oh no, what if everything inside has. My feelings of frustration weren't helped by finding Anne's panties on the floor and her bra on the couch, guiltily, I sniffed at the little panties but they hadn't cupped her sex for long enough to have any noticeable aroma, so I dropped them on the couch and took myself with my aching cock up to my bedroom where I fell asleep immediately."Wake up sleepy head" the voice was disembodied somehow, it didn't belong in my dream but when I opened my eyes I saw that it was Anne, a smiling Anne and.