People have them all the time. It didn’t mean anything.’ I found my forward progress halted by two jean-clad legs. ‘Is that a fact? I happen to ...hink you’re wrong.’ He unbuttoned his shirt. ‘You didn’t just pull a ‘love him and leave him’ routine. You spent the afternoon, evening and all night long in my bed, sugar.’ He shrugged out of the shirt and reached for the buckle on his pants. ‘Now, I don’t know about you, but in my world, spending the night in a man’s bed means something.’ I rolled my. And it go a little far. Aroused by what I did, while she concentrated on the screen, I would unzip my pants and let my penis out. Rubbing a little on her bum from time to time, and pressing it there when I HAD to point out a monster, I jacked off (this time properly) as I breathed slowly. When I came I breathed in her ear as my hands collected the cum so as not to stain the carpet.I never imagined I would be doing that, but it only made me braver to venture into other encounters. One night I. This was accentuated by a trim waistline. Although she was large, she was built proportionately. Her hands were large too. She wore no nail polish and no jewelry. She wasn’t the least bit masculine in any way, just a big girl. A big, natural girl, with a big, beautiful smile. The three of us sat to eat and chatted amiably. I was quite conscious of being smitten with Maggie. I was trying not to have it show. However, I think she had me out of my “cool” groove. I lost track of the conversation.. I thought, I don't think so, but there was some power within his eyes that compelled me. I was there a couple of minutes early. He let me in an took me to his basement. Nothing to exotic, but yet, I became powerless the minute I went thought the threshold. That night I enjoyed serving him in all manners. He sketched me, and then began to command me. "Disrobe me!", he commanded. I'm feeling like getting my ass eaten, so get to it. I follow his orders like a puppy, and found myself beyond.