Wow…where do these women learn this shit? How to turn ardour into odour in one quick sentance…such a gift. Like trying to get a blow job for fucks...sake. ‘You pee out of it’. Ok… ‘You talk crap but I still kiss you don’t I’. After years of pleading and cajoling I finaly got a blow job and what a fucking let down. I couldn’t believe it. All that effoert and hard work and she was totaly crap at it. So…back to my first anal fuck. It was not with her.She didn’t give into that one ever. No,this was. I didn’t mean to lash out like that.” I tell her. She walks over, grabs my face and makes me look down at her. “Shane I’m not mad or upset. I was crying because my best friend was hurt. A woman I know to be a rock emotionally, and all round good hearted person. I told Denise to give you my number. So we could talk, but you never texted me.” “I know and l’m sorry I didn’t. I had a lot on my mind.” “I’m sure you did, but make sure you do text me, Kelsey and you are close I’m here for you as much. --- It was only a couple of weeks later when the transformation started. I was getting ready for work, having just showered and shaved. When I looked through the top drawer of my dresser, it quickly became apparent that there were no more boxer shorts to be found. I was already ten minutes late for work, and in no mood to run into unexpected problems. “Lucy,” I called out, “I can’t find any clean underpants.” “What?” she called back from the kitchen, above the noise of the extractor fan. I was. "There was absolute silence in the room."Our arrangement tonight clearly is unsatisfactory for me," she continued coolly, "but I have some skill which I hope will make you feel very, very appreciated. I am also going to allow you to know much more about me than my friends have allowed about themselves." You have my complete attention." Dieter said."Yes I do. I want you to appreciate me the way I just appreciated you, only don't touch my hair. That's for later."Dieter remembered her fingers on.