’ He took the camera from her and cupped his hand to the LCD screen as he remained reclined. He flipped through the pictures, not really interested,...already having made up his mind about the house. He suddenly felt fingers sliding through the hairs on his chest. ‘Har har, knock it off’ ‘Just keep looking’ She ignored his protests, spreading her fingers through the dark tuft along his sternum, bending the hairs slowing and letting them spring back. She edged further out and closer to his. Stroking his shaft while moving her hand up and down its length. Ray J liked getting blowjobs from his hotter than hell girlfriend. In his mind, however he was thinking to himself. Kimberly may not be the most talented cocksucker in the world because she could not be fitted to his big dick in her small mouth. Nevertheless, with her pretty face, big tits and wonderfully looking big ass, she was a bitch. Ray J knew well of those assets his girlfriend had compensate for her lack of talent as a. J.Simpson football, and a hundred other pieces of sports collectables. On the wall hung a perfectly framed etching by Whistler, aside of a Peter Max lithograph. Two scrapbooks held pages and pages of autographs and signed pictures. He was obsessed with possessions, and bragged about every one of them. Eleanor sat quietly with a book as Frank methodically escorted me through the whole unit. The most interesting thing I noticed was the double beds. Several weeks passed. Eleanor and I still. "Mary frowned. What would she find interesting? She took a mouthful of her drink and felt the alcohol spreading in a warm wave from her stomach. No, surely he wouldn't mean fucking. But the more she thought about it, the more she was sure. He did mean fucking!"I'm not going to go peeking into his private affairs," she said through clenched teeth. She marched angrily back to the other room, offended that he was playing with her. She sat on the sofa for awhile, intent on getting drunk. She went.