The two different lady-killer types can achieve their success with different groups of women. I straddled the middle of the two types, so my successes...at the hunt were hit or miss.My name is Ken Lundgreen and I was raised in divorced family. I knew my father was a philander and my mom divorced him for this. My younger brother and I lived with my Mom. My father divorced three times and now lives with a divorcee without marriage certificate. What is very interesting is he became faithful to his. Her top curve of her breasts peeked out of the dress, drawing my eye every time she moved and they jiggled. I had my camera ready as soon as the car stopped and we made out way to the show area. The old rods were beuaitufl and she was excitedly darting back and forth. “Take my picture with it” she said. How could I turn her down? The old chevy was candy apple red, chrome was shined and gleaming, and she was beaming. She reclined on the hood, crossing her legs, and pouting her lips. I took the. The men moved closer to her, forming a tight circle from which there was no escape. Hard cocks began brushing against her face, cheeks, in her hair, across her lips. Laine had only given hand jobs in the past; the very idea of putting a dick in her mouth was revolting. The tears now flowed freely down her cheeks and she made one last pitiful, useless plea."Please sir," she asked Jamal. "Please let me go. I promise to God I won't say a word to anyone about this. Just please don't do this to me,. .."I whispered, struggling to pull away. He pushed against me even harder.Should I let him touch me, tease me, torment me, here against this wall in a deserted parking lot in the middle of the evening? Or should I make him stop and go home to my husband?I really did not have much of a chance to make a decision. The bastard stopped my protests by putting just enough pressure on my clit to please me. My eyes rolled upwards, towards the dark grey sky, and he pulled again in a deep kiss. He slipped.