Antoine, why didn’t you chide that heffa?’ she clucked. She might have repeated her query, but realized that her companion’s eyes were shut and ...is mouth twisted into a whorl of flesh. ‘Antoine? Oh my God! What’s wrong with you?’ Patrons at surrounding tables paused only long enough to belch and to curse under their breath at the loud disturbances coming from Table #7. The din of suits and sluts resumed with the merengue segueing into Barry Manilow’s ode to showgirl Lola and her lover, Tony:. " "Not even for St. Patrick's Day?" Lesley asked, as Sandra stood in thought for a moment. Then all three of them broke into laugher."That gives me an idea" Paula said when the three quieted down. "How about this as a story for Crystal's or Fictionmania... We break the stereotypes of male Leprechauns and write a story about a female one who gives some guy magic green nail polish. When wearing it he becomes a girl and when nail polish remover is used, he becomes a guy again." "That's sounds. I have told him that he is the only man in my life and I don’t need another.” Constance asked, “Why do you think he’s serious?” Mary said, “He is constantly watching porn on the computer. He doesn’t try to hide it, usually there’s a porn video playing when I walk into the den. He makes comments like; ‘Look at her take that cock’, ‘She’s loving it’, or ‘They’re all going to fuck her in front of her husband’. He keeps telling me to watch with him”.Constance thought for a while and then. “No,” I commanded. “On your back.”He snorted. “I feel so exposed.”“It’s only proper,” I countered. “Jamie, you wanna suck on that ol’ thing?”Her eyes flashed. “He’s YOUR guy. You sure?”“When he was YOUR guy, you let me.”“Okay, then,” Jamie smiled. Gulp. “I love when it’s soft.”I saw it stirring. If I... “My turn.” Jamie moved aside. She’s right. Semi-soft now. In my mouth it’s getting harder. Jamie’s hand touches my face, then goes past, cupping his sack. I feel him harden even more, and right.