His lack of grace seemed to be his downfall. But he was genuine and when we struck up a conversation in the library I was sure that we’d be great fr...ends. And I was desperate for a friend. He was two years ahead of me and would often talk in circles – or at least it sounded like that. He was studying history and was brilliant to listen to. We struck up a fast friendship and quickly became inseparable. It wasn’t a “love connection” really. I preferred a different kind of man. But as a friend, he. If you look at it that way, the cost is rather inexpensive given the effectiveness of the product. A very good bargain, more bang for the buck, as it were.’ Beetlesmith laughed to himself over his double entendre. ‘That’s to be seen Mr. B, but you really can’t expect me to shell out that much cash on nothing more than your word alone, and the allure and promise of what is really a fable, no matter how powerful or persuasive your word may be.’ Beetlesmith pointed in the direction of the departed. Whoa! We made a pretty good mess. Show me where the paper towels and a little spray cleaner are. Ill clean this up after I check out your bathroom. She washed herself and cleaned the fuck juices up. All I could do was sit in my recliner and watch those awesome tits sway, and wish I was eighteen again. Every time shed pass my chair, she would reach down and pat my soft dick, and say, Good boy. We heard a tone from her cell phone, Well, Ill be damned. Uncle Dean is on his way out here, but just. In and out, in and out. As my ass adjusted to his presence I started to push back and meet his thrusts. He groaned loudly which made me even wetter. "Your ass feels so fucking good, Abby," he said in his low labored voice.I knew how much he loved my ass. He loved to feed my ass his rock hard cock. He loved my tight hole. Nothing makes him harder than fucking my ass. Nothing makes him cum like the feeling of my tight ass clenched on his cock. I also love it more than anything and my body was.