And one of the things that really defines me a lot is what I wear. If I'm awake and kicking then I've got on my 501 jeans. And not a stitch underneath...them.When I was young I would wear almost any kind of jeans. Just as long as they fit and I could afford them. But as I aged and lived my life I learned what I needed to do to make life good. One thing I learned is what button fly jeans could do to make life happy.So anyway, this is just a little story. Sort of an illustration you could say.. I sat down in my window seat, and took out A Picture of Dorian Grey, a long boring book that I had to read for summer reading. Whoever deemed this book was a classic is an asshole. As I struggled through the first page, a huge fat man with a scraggily beard and a Justice League t-shirt that was way too small for him walked near my row and looked around. I began to pray that he wasnt in my row. But he was. Thankfully though, his seat was at the end. At least I had a little bit of luck. I. I was awestruck by its softness,smoothness and the size, that I removed her red bra with my teeth and bit her nipple.She moaned in great pleasure and started to push my mouth to her breasts eagerly and I took the advantage by sucking dry those melons, biting her nipples in between.She had already removed her pant in the meanwhile and I slowly came down to her waist which was so sexily moulded that I kissed her navel many times and this turned her into a bitch and she immediately pushed me down. It is as much as a innocent fetish , as it is a sexual fetish to me. Something about a female throwing her head back in pleasure as your penetrating, or even deeply and gently stroking. It lets me know that i'm hitting the right spot if a woman proceeds in enacting this wonderful position. Strong Powerful square jawlines , just looking at a jawline such as this is sure to arouse me and grasp my attention as it has always done. I try to steer away from thicker fatter necks but let me explain. I.