"Huh? What does Rocky have to do with anything?" I guess that you didn't know that half the women here, and all of the men are jealous of you 'cause y...u don't share your bed with anyone except Rocky." Huh? Rocky is a dog, why does anyone care about me sleeping with her? As for the other, sure I'd like a girlfriend, but I don't really know if I'd be willing to share with another guy." But Rocky won't let any other guys near her and since all of the women, except for me, have to accept more than. Those, by the way, also grew a bit as they are pretty much a full C-cup and still as perky as ever. I never wear a bra or panties so that my body is easily accessed by Eric. I like to wear crop tops or tank tops so that he can easily see my tits and reach into my top to feel them. He’s still a tit man, through and through. I don’t care when he touches me or where we are. If he wanted me to take off my top in public so he can feel or suck on my tits, I wouldn’t hesitate.We have a favorite. Here, I ruled.My taste was anything beautiful. If I had a choice between a mongrel or a pedigree, I also took the best of breed. I enjoyed good clothes, sensuous women, handsome men, and the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Remember that goof? Robin Leech announcing, here we are at the beautiful Beverly Hills home of yada, yada. I grew up on that pabulum. It was my mother's milk. I assumed you couldn't be happy unless you were one of the A list.Course, growing up for me hadn't been easy. I was. You know, maybe I ought to check it out a little..."Before the befuddled girl recognized the man's intention he leaned toward her and ran a sweaty hand in between her soft thighs. The fingers traveled without difficulty up to the band of her panties as Kit spread her legs slightly in an automatic reflex to his touch. Then she reacted and clamped her thighs against his inquiring hand."Oh... No, you shouldn't! That's not nice... my husband is here--he'll see you. Please--take your hand away. You.