‘Well, Dober, thanks,’ Mutt started out of the blue. ‘You still got it.’ ‘You’re welcome, Mutt. I’ve had it, this is it. I don’t need ...t anymore. As of now, I’m retired.’ Mutt shook his head. ‘You gotta be here tomorrow, Dober.’ ‘Oh, I will be, but you don’t need a clod footed pinch runner, or a strike out king at the plate in a DH league. Tonight were the very last drops of blood from this turnip. It was great making history with Frankie, but this was one of a kind. Now we’ve got something in. Instead of forcing a straight back like I hadseen women do, I felt a lot better when I slouched down a bit.Nah. Men had a different body mass distribution than women. Also thanmen in the old reality. My ba... testes were dominating my crotch, eachbeing the size of my head. To keep them under control, I needed acertain manly swaggering. For that, I needed to lean my torso a bit backand hunch my shoulders slightly.To maintain that stance, I ended up sticking out my co... manhood onpurpose. The. Soon we started talking about our fantasies and how our ex-partners could never fulfill it.She told me that many times her ex-boyfriend would ejaculate within a few strokes of getting inside her which left her unsatisfied. She then had to finger herself to cum and sometimes ask him to lick her pussy. Then she laughingly said that due to this, he really became pro with his tongue. I planned a trip to Indore where she studied. I had so many things running in my mind on how will I seduce her and. The solution to the problem first presented itself in the form of Rick and Cassie Jensen, a young married couple who lived three floors down in his building. Cassie was 26, a striking, tall blonde from Minnesota who worked for a law firm downtown. Rick was 32, an amiable investment counselor. They'd struck up an "elevator friendship" and become good friends, trading dinners regularly. It had not taken long before Cassie made it clear that she was interested in something more intimate than.