I turn my head sideways to that spit between her cheeks and bit the peaks that are created. I lick all over her cheeks. I move my mouth up to those tw... dimples at the top of her ass and push out my tongue. I lick her dimples. I taste them I press my mouth against her hard, attempting to bite at them. I suck her skin. My hands are at the tops of her ass squeezing and caress hard and with purpose. Suddenly my fingertips find the two larger dimples that are just above each ass cheek and my mouth. Personally, I don’t know what she sees in a loser like Ivan. The dude is a total nut job but I hear that’s what attracts women these days. Nice guys don’t get women. Only psychos, thugs, losers and poseurs do. Go figure. Anyway, if I thought Marybeth was okay before, she looked golden to me now. Why? I’ll get to that in a second. Earlier, Bernice Banal, the arrogant black dame proceeded to act out her feminine version of the Napoleon Complex and show me who was really the boss at the Champion. Amy saw that and shook her head before adding, “So, in conclusion, you would say that your boyfriend is far more attractive and virile than you previously believed. You would say that you crave him sexually far more now and that you understand him better?”“Definitely!” Whitney’s eyes danced quite sincerely as she responded.“Very good to know. Very useful, I mean,” Amy told her, “thank you for your time, Ms. Lange.”“The witness is excused,” the Chair announced as he coughed a little.What he. WOW!!!!!!!!! I was rock hard again. If Dr. Joe is right I am running around with Mount Vesuvius ready to blow. I slipped out to the kitchen and sat on the counter waiting for my beauty when I thought to myself, what if she doesn't see the magazine? She may have a heart attack if she sees someone sitting on her kitchen counter in the dark. I knew part of her nighttime ritual was a glass of warm milk before bedtime so I emptied out her milk carton and jotted another note, attaching it to the.