Her conversational skills with men were fine, in fact most men seemed scared of her, but she always over thought every conversation she had with a gir.... She thought for a second about what she would text her match, looking at the profile for any talking points. While she was doing this however, she received a text from her first. “HOW TALL ARE YOU!!!” The text read. “7 feet” Luna replied meagerly. That was almost everyone’s first question when she met someone, and she had grown tired of being. John grabbed my arm, and we retreated to his SUV. He looked at me seriously, and said, "we have to call the cops." "No," I said quite seriously, "They would try racing in, and that might give Jackie time to hurt Laura." "We don't know what were up against," he said, practically shouting at me. "I know what she wants," I said trying to remain calm. "It's back at the apartment, so we have to go grab it." John looked around trying to figure the situation up, before he finally gave up. He. . d-don't force it, you know I've never done that," she whispered, barely sounding her voice over the noise of the shower. I smiled, caressing her cheek with a hand and kissed her forehead."I do," I said with a knowing smile, hoping it would ease her. She knew very well I never forced her into anything, but I understood her concern. She nodded quietly before I kissed her lips softly and reached for the water tap of the shower, turning the shower off. Still caressing her cheek, I kissed her a. I could almost hear the cogs turning in her simple little brain. Mmm I know, she grinned, evidently getting into the idea with as equal enthusiasm as her aroused hubby. Maybe Ill put on my little hotpants and my halter top and go wash the car. Perfect, I groaned, under my breath. Sadly by bedtime the stiffy had abandoned me and we spent another night just cuddling up. Kelly didnt seem to mind, her thoughts doubtless occupied with thick Irish cock. Ironically, I left the house the following.