She often told hilarious stories about their clumsiness, larded with a good deal of self-deprecation, and whenever they met she would have the others ...n stitches within minutes. Barbra invariably went home smiling still. That spring, at Mary’s birthday party, Barbra was introduced to John Gibbons. He was at least six foot six, with very fine kinky hair, almost ebony skin and a royal bearing. He was very muscular, obviously in top shape, and he wore a white T-shirt. He had a small scar in the. So what's a man to do?I mean, not to be sexist, but aren't women supposed to do this for us? Cook and clean and do out laundry? I loathe certain chores, and laundry is one of them. I will mow the grass, fix broken things around the house, and even do the dishes over laundry. It's so time consuming! But I digress ... it has to be done.One summer afternoon, I decided to take my laptop down to the mat, and I decided to get on the internet and read verses buying a book and taking it. So I jumped on. I knelt before her and kissed her pussy as I would a mouth. I reached around and grasped an ass cheek in each hand and pulled her closer. After a few minutes, she rewarded me with a gush of Sasha sauce. I eased her back onto the bed, placed a leg over each shoulder and went back to licking her tasty slit. She moaned, lifted her hips, and her pussy was oozing lady cum. A knock at the door interrupted us, I went to the door and asked who it was. champagne, complements of the hotel. I opened the. She was a sight to behold for sure. Standing at maybe a few inches over 5' her petite frame was magnificently shaped and she had beautiful flowing strawberry blonde hair down to the small of her back. Her face was almost angelic with striking emerald eyes and two small patches of cute freckles on both cheeks. I already mentioned the cute smile which only succeeded in emphasizing her beauty. It was then that I turned a striking shade of red as realization struck me. I had been standing there.