My mouth mighthave felt a little clumsy to her, but she didn't seem to mind when I started kissing her breasts. She was shorter than me and I was ben... forward to reach her. She moaned softly and put her fingers in my hair."bless your heart Baby, you're so tall...come here." she murmured with a little laugh and backed toward the bed. She smiled at me softly and shed her bra as she backed away. She left it on the nightstand and beckoned me forward.Her dress was crumpled around her waist and. My wife explained to me that he was a black male, about 36 years old, which is only 4 years older than my wife. She also said the rumor was that he was divorced about 3 years ago and said that so far he seemed to be okay but that she heard he has a bit of a sexist type of personality and has an eye for the ladies, both married and single. She also said that the decision on the promotion she wanted would probably be made soon and that she heard that the final decision would be made by him in. They had been quite a find, and she wore them with pride. As she glanced up from her bare ankle to the start of her smooth shin, she caught the hem of her red satin dress she wore. As her gaze climbed upward, she smiled giddily, as the dress hugged the curve of her thighs and hips perfectly. The long slit along the right side of her lower body began open at her ankle and gradually tapered to a close at mid-thigh. She knew that would get attention. The dress curved in with her waist, and then. 32 years of age. Drug and disease free. Prolific breeder having sired 2 babies per year for the past 8 years. Works better when placed with only one partner at a time. Seems to remain detached and able to perform his duties, displaying a certain concern with out getting involved. Dr. Pritchett’s green eyes settled on Ian’s face. ‘So, what brings you here to see me, Ian? Are things with your breeding partner not going well?’ ‘No, Doctor … I mean, yes, Doctor … I mean …’ Ian began to wriggle in.