Sylvia was one of those women (like Jo, her mind thought with longing sadness) who seemed to instinctively know that Meghan possessed some degree of a...traction to the softer sex. Meghan had always made a point to be somewhat cool to Sylvia in the past. This football season however (sports writers were typically only in the office at press time when their particular sport was in season), she had found herself being a little more friendly and accepting of the flirtations. She had always harbored. I got out and opened the door for her, seeing the slit in her dress, go up mighty close to her Yoo-Hoo. The blouse she was almost wearing showed a lot of her generous bosom. She knew I was a breast man, so she indulged me a bit.We were seated and received menus, looking quickly and ordering for both of us as I gripped her hand on the tabletop.“Ruby, that is the most delicious outfit I’ve ever seen on any woman in my entire life,” I truthfully said.“It’s a little tight since the last time I wore. Her pussy-hair was sticky with the cum that had trickled through it during the night, and wet with the cum that Dan had left in her pussy only an hour before. She let herself sink into memories of the night as she ran her slick fingertip around and around the tip of her clitoris."Mmmmm... " The sound of her lust distorted voice heightened the erotic spell. She knew it would be easy to cum again.The knock on the front door of her apartment was soft enough that at first she was not sure if she. With your light complexion and blond hair, you’ll be a sitting duck.”“This duck wants to fuck,” Kelsey replied, impishly.“Shit… I hope you know what you are doing,” his buddy replied with foreboding.Two days later Kelsey took off on his sexual sojourn. After crossing the border, Kelsey arrived in the town that he had been told about. Happily, that evening turned out to be a tour de force.At a bar, he shortly met a thickset Hispanic stud and spent an evening of bliss with him. Kelsey had never.