She was far from little at six foot tall in her bare feet and she was even farther from being a girl at thirty three. Some people argued that she was ...ot even female. ‘I’ve been naughty some and I’ve been nicely naughty even more,’ she replied with a grin. ‘Then Santa needs to tell you about his two for one special on spankings.’ ‘Is that right. I seem to remember the last time Santa tried to spank my ass, he damned near broke his wrist and my ass is harder than ever.’ There was a laugh from. ” Well considering that I was about 40 years old at the time, with about as hairy a chest as you’ll find, I figured my chances were pretty slim. Then again, nothing ventured nothing gained.I sent my response in. I was painfully honest. I told them my age. I described myself (6’-1”, 185 lbs, salt & pepper hair, hairy chest, educated, articulate, 7” down below, etc. I also said that I was only in town for a few weeks and not looking for a long-term relationship. Just watching is good. Touching is. ’ She almost had enough energy to get up now. ‘I want to see you. How do I do that?’ ‘So tired,’ She yawned. ‘Just look and you’ll see. Have to sleep now.’ Eva placed her hands on the edge of the tub. ‘No, in person, how do I get in touch… what’s your phone number?’ But Eva was already climbing in bed, far too tired to think of numbers, or Others or connections or even puppies. The only connection she could focus on was the one with her pillow. ‘Son of a Bitch.’ Jeff swore, as he gripped his. “Yes, Sirrr,” the sir was a throbbing purr of pleasure. Her sex clenched tightly around his thrusting fingers and gushed, creating an obscene sucking sound with his every thrust and retreat. Cynthia hummed, completely content with the way her evening was unfolding. “Enjoying yourself, girl?” the quiet whisper lulled Cynthia into relaxing and she let her hand slither between her thighs to massage her clit, she continued to hum her pleasure and murmured an unintelligible response. Cynthia’s.