He takes my hand and says ‘There are some styles in the back which you might like.’ There is a small lounge area in the back with an old love seat...and a couple of chairs. I sit on the love seat. You pull up one of the small shoe store stools and again sits at my feet. Once again I place my foot on his crotch and he proceeds to massage my calves…rubbing my silky hose and moving up my leg. With my toes I squeeze and pinch his swollen penis and feel it throb with excitement. My legs are spread. But well, I guess I've got this thing about excellence. I really want to excel. And I want my life to have beauty in it. But I also want to have fun..."I got right back in. "That's sort of what I was getting at before, about guys. I like guys, but I want to find some who care about more than beer and sex." Uh, didn't mean to get high and mighty, there..." Anne said. She looked a little concerned, as though she might have turned me off. She hadn't. And then she smiled that smile again. "I like. Shedid not give me a straight answer, she never did; it seemed to be up tome to fathom out what she really was getting at and I almost alwaysfailed."I've been going through our finances," she told me in a concernedvoice. Well they were really her finances as I was living on a studentloan."Oh?" I asked somewhat puzzled over the sudden turn in theconversation. We had been discussing the sort of place that we wantedto buy when we got married, so I guess that it wasn't really a drasticchange in the. Facing the man, she straddled his loins, locking her knees against his hips. With one hand on his shoulder, she grasped the base of his cockshaft with her other hand and slowly lowered her slippery pussy down toward his bloated cock-head."Shit, honey, that's a neat hard prick" she excitedly whispered, feeling the smooth warmth of his cockhead making contact with the slick hot flesh between her slippery cuntlips.When his hard prick finally slithered into the juicy tightness of her cunt, the.