"Yes, make your girlfriend feel so damn good that she sobs, you bitchy, but heavenly tart. Suck harder, so hard that your head feels like it's going t... implode. Nothing is too good to make me feel good, right?" No, nothing," she responded, rising with me, before kissing me. "I know what it feels like to have John eat my pussy, so I know you blow him out of the water. I can get much more on yours whenever the hell you want, Angela. Even in this bed, when he's sleeping right next to you, I don't. The very things required to get women excited are simply not available in most relationships. So I began to formulate a radical form of therapy to save the marriages and families of these women, to prevent the inevitable divorces that happen so often. At about this time I met Jodi, and she became my patient. The thing about her was that her case was so classic. Firstly, she refused to believe that she had any fantasies. She never allowed herself to think of men other than her husband, yet she. She tried on the first one she picked out, a bright yellow bikini, and came into the kitchen to model it for her mother. "How's this look?" Very pretty Megan, I like the color. It will look even better after you get a nice tan. The contrast of tanned skin and the yellow suit will look good. Try the other one and let's see how that fits."Megan slipped on the second suit and looked into the full-length mirror. There wasn't much to the suit, and what material there was didn't hide much at all. She. He grabs my arm and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply. I feel his tongue dance on mine, his hands slide up my back. He’s right, he can make me wetter. His hands are untying the knot of my bikini top as he kisses his way to my chest. He walks me back until my legs bump the deck chair and sits me down. His hands feel warm and strong caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “Oh baby I love your hands on me,” I moan. He sucks and licks my nipple into his mouth, biting gently. Each bite sends.