Maybe it was the fact that they were talking, really talking, but she could feel her well-developed defences slowly wearing down. She had suffered thr...ugh a large number of bad boyfriends, some of which Connor knew and quite a few that happened before she came to Ireland. Maybe she had told him about them, but she had trouble trusting men. They tended to make much better friends than anything else, it made them far less likely to disappoint if they were just friends. But she trusted Connor.. Dropping the toy at his feet, it is thrown once again a lil farther - no link is pulled as it is hard to keep it within due to its shear weight dangling below.I race back a lil quicker, chain fully deep within my moist honeypot only to see my master has dropped his wranglers and released his 8inchardon. "Eat puppy!"I drop my toy at his feet, "no puppy, give me the toy". I reach down and pick up the toy placing it I his hand and then lift my head to envelop his tasty hardon. Taking it deep. Little did I know that I would be fucking all these nice honeys’ before the summer was over?Well Rita and I had a tryst in her pool one afternoon where she met my nice eight inch cock and learned what it was like to be fucked by a guy who runs three to five miles a day and doesn’t get worn out. After her fifth orgasm and me cumming inside her twice she learned what it was like to be fucked by a soldier. I was a pretty skilled lover and have been fucking some really experienced whores from. . you listened and you get me. Yeah, I mix in some R&B and some old-school country. I do a few jazz riffs and some folk. I ... I can’t believe you picked up on that. I mean, I have to keep it subtle to get airplay. But you noticed.”“And reggae,” I said. “There is about 20 seconds in ‘Daydreamer’ that has a real calypso feel to it.”“Yeah,” Liz said, smiling. Then she slapped me on the (good) arm. “You dork! You could have started to follow me years ago! We could already be married with two.