Bank Manager Tom: Holidae could i ask you a question?Holidae: Sure what is the question you wanted to ask me and if it i want to sleep with you and fu...k the shit out of your pussy the answer to that would be another question i would ask.Bank Manager Tom: Ok then that answered my question and i didn't have to ask... And what would of your question be to me.Holidae: Well you see Tom i ran into alot of guys like you thinking that you can have any woman you want and my question to you would be are. ”“Coke is fine,” the young man answered as he removedhis jacket and hat. “Hope you don’t mind me taking offmy coat for the moment – it’s so hot.”“No problem.” Katie leant over to reach a can of cokefrom the bottom of the refrigerator. Suddenly she wasaware that the young man had involuntarily stoppedremoving his jacket. She guessed – he was looking ather, bending over. Katie knew she should ignore it, butliked being looked at,. His test results were good though. From a poor opening time of fifty seven seconds of receiving head from Jamaker or Pamela, Jack later achieved withholding his climax for nearly ten minuets ; further enlarging his penis!Margot kept tabs on his girth and length and both had increased under her management. It was something she bragged over amongst her cronies; - that and his “personal best”.This was how much he’d expressed his pleasure when performing cunnilingus on her; measured simply by Jack. But then he shook his head. "No, not before we're married," he said hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right." But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and I sounded very plaintive to myself."Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand over my cunt. "As long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced the outline of my cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round until I could hardly stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt was super-receptive. The smallest sensation sent long.