After hanging my coat up and putting my bag in the study, I head to the kitchen and take out a bottle of Reisling from the wine refrigerator. Grabbing...a wine glass, I head up to my bedroom.I go over to the nightstand by the bed, place the glass down and uncork the bottle. After filling my glass, I open the top drawer and pull out my favorite glass dildo with the smooth bulbous head. I run my hand over the curved, ribbed shaft. I place it in the center of the bed and reach for the extra- large. It made her hair look sleek, and it accentuated her nose and cheeks."No, it's OK. That was my first time in, uh, that locker room. Is this sort of thing typical in there?" No, guys hardly ever use that room. I mean, it doesn't make any difference any more; there's no such thing as Men's and Women's. But most guys still go to the locker room that used to be theirs. What made you switch, by the way? Do you mind my asking?" Well, this is going to sound stupid, but there was too much funny business. . im breaking it today. She help her legs closed tight until i reached up and tickled her, and with a cute laugh her legs shot open. "I hardly know you though!" she protested, i looked up, my beard already wet from her succulence and I stare her dead in the eyes and calmly say " I know, isnt it great?" she threw her head back first because thats the honest truth and she cant argue and second cause my tongue found her clit. Wow! her clit was felt so engorged and plump. She said "Oh fuck your. Nothing ... no rank, file or serial number ... nothing!However, this complete lack of background information did not stop Tom Barry from seeing Belinda Williams around every corner and from resting in the knowledge that he knew he would be seeing her again very soon - somehow, somewhere! Tom could not explain how he knew this - he just did! Somehow he seemed to be developing the same infallible intuition that his mother had. It was that developing intuition that stopped him from demanding.