’ ‘I’m Leslie Kennedy,’ Leslie smiled at him, hoping he might be up for a drink. ‘Hold on — Leslie Kennedy, the painter? No way — my wif... has one of your paintings,’ Cliff enthused. ‘Okay, you have got to come over and meet her, she’ll be thrilled,’ Cliff asked her. Leslie nodded, a bit disappointed that this dark-haired Adonis was married. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be on good terms with the neighbors on both sides, even if she wasn’t quite as intimate with them as she had been with Noel. She. She mixed his favorite drink and offered hors d’oeuvres. They talked about things that happened the past week while they snacked. He kissed her, a sweet, soft kiss. So he wasn’t going to fuck her like a whore and leave, fear number two expelled. Tommy took his time, kissed her face, her eyes and blew gently in her ear. He worked his way down to her breasts and tongued her nipples, and then sucked on them. His hand went to her crotch. It petted the outer lips before his fingers pushed inside. ..I licked my lips, tasting the ranch, and smiled. I pulled up the purple skirt I wore, exposing the lilac boy shorts. I couldn't wear normal panties, they were too tight to constrain my big cock. But boy shorts were delicious, just feminine enough to make me feel sexy but with the room to be mostly comfortable. My nipples hardened in my bra. I pulled out my dick, stroking it as I squirmed on the couch.“Going to stroke one out?” Kurt asked while Dona stretched out on the couch beside me.“I'd be. Privacy is guaranteed and no information will be shared or disclosed. Now, moving to my recent story…This incident took place in January when I was on a trip to Hyderabad with my parents.I look at sex as an art and try to give my partner the fullest of satisfaction, and in turn I also usually get fully satisfied. I believe that it’s all about giving first, then getting it back.This time as well, I had thought of getting laid but hadn’t known how or when.As I had read several stories about guys.