"I coughed. "Ann Marie took her back to the convent." I sighed, staring into the past with eyes that were both distant and remote. "She was angry with...me and I'd never seen her that way. She said I'd done wrong, that I'd regret it, that I'd been cruel. She made me apologize to Isabelle, and yet Isabelle, being Isabelle, stayed my hand and she thanked me, she kissed me, and after that, I heard nothing from either of them, not for a week. No one came to the house. No one complained. Isabelle and. "Jim, do you remember in 'Tootsie' how Dustin Hoffman became obsessivewith portraying himself as the best and prettiest woman he could be? Ifound that part of the movie fascinating. But I also found that part ofthe movie to be somewhat unfulfilling to me, personally. As I watchedHoffman become the woman HE wanted to be, I realized quite quickly thatwhat was missing for me was a woman making Hoffman be the woman SHEwanted him to be. Though 'Tootsie' was a beautiful movie, I knew that ifI ever. She was gasping as he shot into her, his pulsing jets of cum took her over the top, she climaxed a second time.He stayed in her as he rode her to the mattress. Laying across her back he continued to stroke until he was completely drained.“God, you’re fantastic Baby.”“I feel like your Baby and I feel like you’re my Daddy.”“Well if I’m your Daddy we’re gonna commit a bunch of incest,” he joked.“You’re getting hard again and I’m still sore. Would you like me to take you in my mouth? I’ve never. I got off late, so we got a late start, causing us to arrive there about midnight. What’s worse, I made the wrong exit and ended up taking us into a ghetto part of town. That’s when I realized that neither of us was dressed for this area. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and my wife was wearing one of my long t-shirts with no bra. I could see her big nipples pressing threw the shirt! As I was trying to figure out how to get back on the highway, my wife pointed to a couple of black men that.