"You keep dating the same guy over and over, Ronnie. Only the names change." They're all alike anyway, aren't they? I mean, the whole idea is to get, ...ight? It's getting. Giving has nothing to do with it."Martha protested, "No!" Sure it is. Steven, you're a guy, right? You know other guys, right? It's biology, isn't it? Getting sex is the whole idea."I thought that might be a trick question. I said, "You mean you just want non-physical relationships?"Ronnie said, "Oh, no, no, I'm talking about. It was just alittle frustrating waiting.As I finish putting on the last of my makeup, I look at myself in themirror. I am getting ready for my date with Steve tonight. TonightSteve is taking me to the nicest restaurant in town. I think he isgoing to finally pop the question to me. We have talked about gettingmarried, we both want to have kids and have very similar views on lifein general. I was so hoping that he would ask me I love him so much.When Steve picked me up, he seemed very nervous,. Gently he lifted her lips to display the pointed canines. He ran his finger along the upper lip to the cheek and received a happy and intense purr from her. Eddie stroked down her neck and under her chin with the same effect, but once he left this simple domain and moved to her chest he felt lost. He gently moved his full hand around her breasts, following the flow of her fur until he moved his fingers gently towards the center of her breasts, the bare nipple and areola was the same flesh color. "My husband wants a cigar and I certainly don't want my gown smelling of his foul smoke all evening."We moved off and I drove silently through deserted countryside for several minutes, before she slid closer to me along the bench seat. Without speaking, she placed a gloved hand lightly on my thigh before sliding it up towards my crotch. All the while, the glowing red tip of his Lordship's cigar was reflected in my rear view mirror. She began to sensuously massage me through my tweed jodhpurs..