. Mr.Baxter, have you seen the report? It seems it was just the one time with seven different women in the last eight months. Not a particularly stell...r way to start a marriage. You’ve been married only eighteen months. With your marriage record, have you ever considered NOT getting married?”He said, “Okay, busted. I like women and sex but I love only one and she’s sitting in front of you. Connie, I love you.”“Nathan, save it for the next stupid bimbo you’re gonna stick your dick in. Granted,. Holy shit, don't stop!" "Yeah, told ya you'd like it!" He kept finger dancing on my backside for eternity, or maybe a couple more minutes. I couldn't be sure. "So do that for about five minutes. Oh yeah, you need a good clock that you can easily see without it being too obvious. You getting all this?" I could barely speak. And then just a whisper. "I'm getting hot and bothered is what I'm getting." And I was. Getting hot. And wet. And bothered. This guy is fucking good! He got me from nervous. Guys shifted around, found boobs that needed kissing, pussies that needed stroking, and got busy. I think most of the girls came again from that (I know I did). That set the pattern for the next little while.After the second go-round the guys needed to rest, and so did we. Contrary to popular opinion you don't screw for three or four hours straight. You do it, you rest (and play), then do it (and play some more), and take a break. That's when I found out that teenage girls without adults around. When men aren’t staring at my tits, they’re staring in my blue eyes. A much needed relief from being ogled and undressed with their eyes, my blue eyes give men something else to stare at other than my big boobs. ‘Look into my eyes. Hey! Stop staring at the impressions my nipples make through my bra and sweater and stare into my blue eyes,’ she said with annoyance. ‘Oh, sorry. Too busy staring at your tits, I didn’t know you had blue eyes,’ he said. With three different shades of blue, three.