On our fifth date I decide to open up a little, confiding in Trina, recounting the story of my disastrous encounter with Toni, explaining how I had no...drive, no desire to fuck her, even though she was there for the taking.Trina choked on her drink, laughing out loud.“Fuck me, Jezza, you picked the wrong girl, June would have been the one, she’s always bringing different men back. I bet she would have got you going, she fucks anything with a pulse.”I’m beginning to really fall for Trina, her. . I stopped... feeling myself so deep inside of you was special... my occasional cock throbs would be matched by strong vaginal muscle contraction... making a tight space every tighter... my cock would feel as if it was custom fitted inside a tight glove... you would raise your head and try to get a visual glimpse of the show… your parted legs and my fully buried penis… but with the poor visibility you would implore me to capture it with my camera… as so I would… the lack of motion was. She would cry out each time he withdrew and thank him each time he drove in. Her arms would hold him tight, crushing herself beneath him. Close would not be close enough. Her nails would want to mark him. She would want him to mark her. The world would stop existing as he flooded her with his seed. Enough would not be enough. Afterwards, she would wish to taste him. She would wish to taste herself on him. Only then would she be able to believe that they were once one. She knew that opportunity. I enjoyed her expert kisses more than I ever did my husband's or any man's. But what I was missing was the hard root up in the soft shaft. A good stiff prick, to put it bluntly.But a dog? I still thought she was kidding."You're screwed-up and frustrated, right?" Vivian said. "Can't live with a man and can't live without one. A lot of us have that problem. But look at me. Do I seem frustrated? Not for a minute, baby. But did you ever see me dating a man? Forget it--who needs it?" Well, maybe you.