She liked men. She loved sex more than any one man…which is why she never married one. She said men were like puppy dogs, if you don’t train them,...they’ll do their business every place you don’t want ‘em to and it’ll leave stains that don’t come out. I know that’s going to upset a few of you out there but the rest of you already know that Shyloh trained you to become the man you are today and that means you are a better man after her than you were before her. You know that or you would not be. A warm lightheaded tingling sensation was flashing through her. She fought to maintain a cool detached attitude. Her eyes slowly giving her a way, betraying her as they nervously shifted from the spot on the wall to John and back again, looking for any sign of his reaction. She was surprised at the coolness in his expression. His eyes swept over her with a detached professional look that reminded her of Arnold at the pawnshop, when he examined the ring she had hocked yesterday.John wasn't bad. Her saliva was making its way to my throat and I was loving it. Then I threw her on the bed and we made out for around 10 minutes. While laying on the bed and making out, I split her legs with my hand took placed it on her panty, I was rubbing her pussy wildly…She was moaning loudly once I started rubbing her pussy: “Ahh…Ahh…” After a while, I took her top off and during this time, she tore open my shirt, and started taking her hand over my chest hair and was squeezing my nipples.Then we. She had tried numerous times to get me on a weight-lifting regiment. She herself used light weights for toning, but she had surprised me one day with some heavier weights. I had not been enthused. I was fairly fit already and did not believe there was any need for me to build muscles. "Aw great, again with the weights? You know I hate this." She glared at me out of the corner of her eye. "It's good for you, hon. Even just a little." I decided to resign myself to it. It would be far easier to go.