"***Dawn took her week and did everything she could with it, acquainting herselfwith all the details she could - what it was like for a woman to shop ...or groceries,to fill up a car, to stand in line at the box office for a movie (at least the spellhadn't diminished her love for Jackie Chan films... Shanghai Noon had hersides aching from laughter). It wasn't all that much different, but the differenceswere very marked. The breaking point had nearly come one day when shedecided to see what it. I considered calling for an escort but decided against it in the end.The next morning, I punched in the address of the first house into the GPS and left to meet the realtor. This one was the one that we were the most interested in, in fact we’d pretty much decided to buy it. Pulling up into the drive I already knew that this was going to be the home that we’d spend the rest of our lives in, it was perfect. I parked in front of the large four bay garage and got out of the Mustang for a smoke. He walked up from the street and leaned against the rail of the outdoor eatery, he had blue jeans on that were well worn and faded black tennis shoes and the best part was that he had no shirt on and this man was fucking built. I was looking at the muscles in his back as he leaned to one side as he talked to the hostess, she seemed to be explaining that since he had no shirt he could only dine in the outdoor area, not inside.She walked toward me to seat him at a nearby table, my eyes went to. YEAAAAAH...BAAAAAAAH....SHEEEET..FUUUUURK.....DOORRRRRRL...TAKE IT...DEEEEP.', HE YELLED OUT!Anne-Marie was fighting for air. She was being filled good and proper, taking her calorie intake well above the normal. One shot after another spat down her narrow throat, filling her tummy. Only way she could get air she told me was to wait until he was not pulling her head so tight onto him, then open her mouth as wide as she could and gasp in! Each time the spunk gurgled in her throat. She was though.