She lowered her gaze, fixing her sight on that beautiful,sensual mouth?.He was tender and she needed that. He caressed her in a gentle, sensualmanner ...hat belied his youthful countenance. She had never truly neededa man before, but she needed this one now. She needed his kiss, histouch, his warmth. He was special. Being with him was special, too."I shouldn't be doing this," she thought, "but he is SO good. It's justlike I thought it would b-"Her eyes flew open as a terrible thought occurred to. He waited till the giant went to the bathroom after having several beers in a local beer joint. Then while giant had his hands full so to speak, my friend walked up and stuck a pistol in the back of his neck. The giant zipped up then put his hands behind his back where my friend cuffed them. I asked my friend why he had done such a cowardly thing. He said, "Okay it wasn't the John Wayne thing to do, but it kept me from getting my ass whipped, so it was the Norman Brice thing to do."I decided. 00/per ounce French truffle.Madison almost gagged when she felt the immense forefinger brush her opening. "What the fuck am I doing?" she wondered. "I have come out here in this outrageous dress, removed it and am sitting on his lap. Why should I be shocked at what he is doing?" Never the less, it was humiliating to be in this position.She looked over at her husband so see if he shared her outrage. She didn't seem to feel it coming from him.In a ridiculous gesture, Madison managed to lever her. Honestly, though, his eyes weren’t looking at hers. His eyes jittered in their sockets, moving all over her exposed skin.He went back to her ankles. He’d worked her feet over already. Moving to her shins and then her thighs, he was treated when she moved her legs apart.There it was ... her sexual core ... exposed and unprotected. Her pubic hair was lighter than the burnished copper hair that graced her head. There wasn’t an abundance of it and he wondered if she trimmed it short or it just grew.