..delicious and ripe and just dirty enough to tell my cock how sweet she will be to slide deep into. I told her, "Old whore, kneel before me and pray...for my cock."And she did. She turned around to face me. Her cheeks were red and she was dripping visibly on the floor through her gown. She knelt before me and put her hands together and looked deep into my eyes and said, "I pray, dear god the father, dear jesus the son, to allow this gorgeous cock into me. Let me receive he sweet meat into my. ”She thought that over. He’d said it would be better if she were naked ... just the kind of thing a man would say ... but he hadn’t tried to get her to get naked. Not only that, he’d suggested that, when he did this to her tomorrow night, she wouldn’t have to be naked either. She realized he’d only given her information ... not a suggestion.And the part about the bra ... she’d felt him have to skip over it, and she knew he was right about that. When his hands slid, they created heat. If he. "We BOTH shop together," I said. I held the reservation in my own mind about choosing neighborhoods and such, as well as specific desires for provisions of a good kitchen and sufficient space to have a shop, you know, guy things.She smiled. "Perhaps we can hold off on that. But what about bills?"I shook my head. "Car note, because they offered an absurd rate on financing. Same thing on this trailer, although I put down almost half when I bought it. Makes selling it easy." So this is how much. Before our next encounter I email Chris. “I have such a strong desire to see your face and to be able to touch you as well.” The reply reads. “I am worried you won’t like what you see & we will no longer be lovers,” Chris replies. “Maybe I should be the judge of that. You certainly know what a woman wants and the most erotic ways to please one,” I reply. “OK, next week I will let you touch & we will see what develops.” Why is Chris so reluctant for me to touch and see him? Surely he can’t.