"She was and they both looked expectantly at Daphne."You know Ralph Pennicot..." No but I've heard of him." Well I fell for him and he fell for me. I ...hink he's winding himself up to propose. We've been talking a lot more recently about how we want to lead our lives."On Tuesday evening he dropped a bombshell. He doesn't want to have children. I do. Marriage to me means children but he's quite firm about it. I don't know what to do. Do I chuck him or do I grit my teeth in the faint hope that. He pulled her closer and then his hand now under the dress probed and found her soaking wet pussy and stuck his finger deep inside her and slowly moved it in and out until she let an audible moan. She broke the kiss and whispered to him that she wanted his big dick inside her - he smiled and started to get up and she pushed him back down - without hesitation she unbuckled his pants and then unzipped him and reached inside to pull out his very large and thick dick - but because of how close they. He looked sad and like he needed to talk to someone, so I ordered another drink and we began to talk as strangers in bars sometime do. After a couple more bourbons he told me the story that was on his mind. Strangers in bars often share personal stories about things that trouble them, things they would never discuss with family or friends. He told me that he was married for five years and still madly in love with his wife, but that he had to work some things out in his mind. He spoke about. Again, he felt the sphincter loosen and flex so he poked with his tongue and entered Dave. He couldn't reach in very far but poked him as far as he could then licked him as he withdrew. Again he entered him, this time his aim was to leave as much saliva as he could to lubricate his passage. He withdrew his tongue and left a large pool of spit in his asshole. He now put a finger in his mouth and wet it, then he touched Dave again on his anus and made small circles around his opening. Slowly, he.