”“Do they?” he asked with raised voice. “And have many men shaved you?”Annie laughed. “One or two,” she responded. “One or two.”Larr... laughed back. “So few that you can’t remember, hey?”“Four actually.”Larry felt a twinge of jealousy.“Would you like me to send you a picture of my freshly shaved... cunt?”“Fuck, yeah.”Annie disconnected the call and a few minutes later a couple of photos reached his mobile. Annie was sat back against the headboard with knees raised and wide apart displaying. I had never been a guy that went to clubs, and I was still recovering from the wounds of the divorce, so I turned to a less painful form of rejection....on-line dating. Ok, perhaps "dating" is the wrong term. The site I went to wasn't concerned with forming a lasting and meaningful relationships, its primary goal was to connect people that desired a more intimate and sweaty encounter, in which your personality wasn't the deciding factor on whether you'd get a second "date".As with every adult. Mia of course: “He went Grace and Paul’s way. He went past Grace but not Paul so it’s the second turning on their side. Anyway I’ll wait for you and we can ride back together.”Mo couldn’t help thinking of Mia’s body as he rode back to her junction at a good pace. Those legs. Her ass. Her breasts had to be a C. She pretty much had a four-pack on that flat abdomen!She was being nice to him. Well he was in shape ... maybe knowing he’d wanted to kiss Grace had changed her view of him? Made her. Him with his eyes closed and a scowl on his face as he rammed into me again and again.He pulled out of me suddenly, and I fell on the sink, dropping shampoo bottles now. He sat on the toilet seat, grabbed my waist, and pulled me to him. I struggled to keep my balance while kicking my pajama bottoms off. I fell on him as he made me straddle him. He ripped my top open. A button hit the bathtub. He grabbed my breasts. I sat on his dick and fucked him some more.That crazy woman had taken over me,.