If I had a boyfriend we would probably already be bouncing around on my bed. I had had a few, but the first two were terrible in bed, and pretty damn ...mall too. And I dumped them after about a month of putting up with their excuses. The third one, Rick, was absolutely great in bed, at least seven or eight inches long, and he knew how to use it. He looked great with me too. Until I found out that the bastard was sleeping around at a party we went to.That was three weeks ago, and I had dropped. ’ ‘Morgan your work is only 20 minutes away. What’s really going on?’ ‘I… Morgan you can’t be mad ok?’ ‘Just tell me Morgan’ ‘Well…. Do you remember Jane the girl from work I was telling you about?’ ‘Yes.’ I’m starting to worry that you may have cheated on me when you said you wouldn’t. I don’t know what I would do if you did. ‘Well… Morgan we uh we had sex’ I was speechless I can hear her through the phone calling my name but after the forth time I decide to hang up. I start to cry because you. When she sucked them lightly, with that expression that let him know she was exploring his reaction, he had to fight to keep from ramming his fingers down her throat to test her gag reflex. On that particular day, with the disquieting gray and blue of her gaze studying him, shining with the tinges of pleasure at his arrival, he'd stood, watching her, until the smile had slipped off her face, until she'd shifted on her knees on the hard floor and the faintest edge of confusion had shown. And. I just wondered what flavor it was?" Ron looked up from the letters and blank spaces, meeting Beth's eyes, "Hmm, I can't really remember, it was something strange, like coconut colada I think." Ron was pleased with his quick thinking, although he thought Beth's question was a little strange. "I guess it could have been," Beth said, "I was just asking because when some accidentally got on my fingers, I gave it a little taste. It was really very good, and I thought I might try to find out where.