Heather was wearing a sexy black cocktail dress that hugged her figure perfectly, showing off her beautiful curves, with a slit up the side of one leg...that went all the way up. I stood up and kissed her on the cheek, "of course," I said as I smiled at her.We sat and chatted about nothing important for a while, when suddenly I felt a foot slowly slide up the inside of my leg. I gave Heather a questioning look and she responded with a look of innocence so convincing, I couldn’t help but laugh.. So, I finally resign myself to spending the rest of my life alone, with no one to spend my royalty checks on. And what happens? At a book signing I was starting to doze off while some or other local dipshit droned on about what an honor it was to have me there. Some honor. Suppressing a yawn, I pulled out my trusty old ballpoint and looked up at the line of fans holding copies of "Ravished Planet," and... BOING. She was looking me right in the eye. I recognized that look, boy did I ever. This. He could accommodate, but never adjust. "He said they are turning him into a male hoe." "LOL," I texted. I knew that would happen. "LOL See you later." How calloused can she be toward him, I thought. In just a few months, Marlee had started as a demure wife and mom, working for a banking firm, to become a slut and a whore with no compassion for her dumb-ass husband. After five, I met Marlee in the parking garage. It was our usual dark corner where I parked my Mercedes. She looked hot! On. It feels good."After assuring him it was normal, I asked if he ever had anyone "lick you on your weiner". He said no, but he plays with himself. I told him I play with myself all the time, and asked if he wanted to see how I did it. He said sure, so I took it out and started playing. I asked him to join along, and it was so cute how he took his between just his thumb and middle finger and went up and down 1000 miles per hour. I hold him to slow down, spit in your hand and try that. I told.