Is it stylish? Are you actually poor and dirty? I'm not sure... I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother f...cker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of beer goggles. Twilight Zone kicks in....Fat is. I shouted. “ I’m gonna cum now!” She ground back harder and said. “YES! YES!, fill me with your cum.” A little while later we were dressed and we sat down to talk. She handed me a credit card. “This is a house credit card. It is for our high rollers. No girl here will refuse it or anyone having it. Prices on it are non negotiable. When you want a girl, just use the card. The house will pay for everything. Let’s go to the diner, and have some breakfast. When, we were walking to the Fantasy. "Well, I want you to feel good. That's why I'm nice enough to do thingslike this for you. Mmmm. Just see how your hips are twitching. Andyour squishy dicky is bouncing up and down." Yes, dear. But... it's just..." What, honey bear? Aren't I doing it right?" She was so close I couldinhale her natural female musk and the scent of her hair. "Hmmm?" It's just... you know... because it's so hard for me to..." Oh, that," she said as if belatedly understanding what I knew she wasalready aware. ," she started."Fucking amazing," he panted.They spent the rest of the day naked, playing together, feeling and tasting each others' bodies. He brought her off again with his mouth. That evening they were sitting on the couch in the T.V. room where it had all begun. She had her head on his lap and he was rubbing her back. She lifted her head suddenly. "I need practice," she said. She took his cock into her mouth, and coaxing it to harden, took him into her throat. She was getting good at this..