I still recall some disappointed females who really wanted to fuck after I ate them out for what they thought extended well past the point of foreplay... As prude as that sounds of me, while I may not have always been willing to fuck on the first date, I can remember precious few dates/encounters that ended in a 'hook-up session,' that did not include oral (usually 69). Thinking back to one of those (tops) 3 'disappointed' females, I do recall a funny exchange ... I was 69-ing with a gal I met. Hermit I may be in my in my menstrual isolation, but my social life is not completely forgotten. I make a call to Hera and we have a long and happy chat. I invite myself over for Friday, and tell her all about Megan. To my joy, she suggests I bring Megan with me early in the afternoon. Of course I will. She’ll have Megan and me Friday afternoon, and Taylor and me Friday night. Speaking of Taylor, I’m hoping she can entertain him on one of the nights that I’m out of commission, and even. Then she leaned forward, placed her hand on his thigh, only inches from his bulging hard on, as slowly brought the fruit up to his lips. Colin tasted the cream slowly before taking the strawberry whole and crushing it in his mouth. Second time around Kira placed her hand even further up Colin’s thigh and pushed the strawberry straight in. Third time she was within a half-inch of his bulge (which she could get a good look at as he was blindfolded) and the temptation to break down and. “You could wear no pants, which was Leslie's idea,” Janice informed me.“I don't think I've ever seen a Santa without pants,” I argued.“It would just make my job easier!” Leslie joked in an effortlessly sensual way.“Then it's settled! See you out there!” Janice said as she took Leslie's arm and pulled her out of the room, giggling like a school girl.“Will these fit over boxers?” I yelled down the hall.“Nope!” Leslie yelled back.I had assumed that they wouldn't, and with a room of beautiful women.