Uh, yes." Not bad at all, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Wide-eyed, Bobbie stared at me in total unbelief. "I would say you hit the jackpot, my dear, yes...really and truly, the jackpot. He is perfect, or will be with adequate coaching." You never say 'fuck, ' do you?" I asked."Why of course not," he answered indignantly. "Why do you ask?" Because I do and it would be uncharacteristic of you to say such words. As I learn to speak like you, I must learn also to not speak like me." Absolutely,. But you know what I’d really like?I don’t want to read your story. I want you to read itto me. I want to sit here in the dark, curled up underthis blanket and just listen to your sweet voice.I had to admit that she was really making me horny.This very beautiful and sexy knew all the rightbuttons to push. Purnima reached down to her purse. Asshe did, the blanket slipped off part of her lap. Herlegs, still with her knees up to her chest, had pushedher skirt up. And as the blanket slid off I could. He pretended to be interested in her fashions, but his eyes kept drifting. Shoes took up a huge space. He sniffed several pairs, then quickly stopped because he was a pervert.Bedside cabinets yielded nothing exciting.Mother’s chest of drawers. He could hear his heart pounding. If he was caught there would be hell to pay. His hands were actually trembling.Bras in one part.Knickers in the next.Stockings and a few pairs of tights next.Garter belts and corsets had their own space.Dirty thoughts. I often get urges to suck on a man cock and have man fuck me in the ass. I don’t want a relationship with a man and I don’t want to fuck a man, I just want his cock.Last year I wanted to get fucked so bad that I shaved my legs (what little hair I have) and bought some make-up and bought some tight fitting shorts that barely concealed my big butt. I looked great if I say so myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and my ass was just barely sticking out of the bottom of my short shorts. I could.