"Oh my goodness, Gary, this evening has beenwonderful for me. I hate to see it end." Me too," Gary continued. "I haven't felt this relaxed and comfo...tablewith anyone for such a long time. You are great therapy for me not tomention a wonderful dinner date."As we walked to the car, Gary took my hand instead of offering his arm. I wallowed in the wonderfulness of the gesture. Driving home, I decidedto take a bold step."I've enjoyed this time with you, Gary. Would you consider me tooforward to. Be sure to bear down -- it works." Then she got serious about stroking me.My initial advice was, "Go long. I want to feel your sphincter clutching the head and then I want the hair at the root of my dick to touch skin. Both extremes accomplish something -- and what goes on in between may end up being unimportant." Yvonne nodded; I had the AI split-screen her determined face as she pressed her ass against my pubic bone and released.Sarah was in trouble; I think she got in a rush and didn't. I invited him in and suggested he disrobe and take a shower, before I disinfected his battle scars. He wasn’t totally drunk, but had obviously had a few.Adhering to my request he followed me to the shower before I helped him undress. Once naked I got a look at his dick. Henry’s cock wasn’t the thickest I had seen in town, but very definitely the longest. He had an ample foreskin that hung at least two inches off the tip of his knob. I was memorised by his long snake as it swayed in tandem with. If you’re propagating the species and all that. Evolution. Fuck far and wide to assure that life, and in particular a life that resembles you, has your brown eyes and these lovely shoulders, goes on? Oo, yeah… that’s it, right there.” “Well, maybe at one point in human history,” he continued stroking the spot she reacted to, “but there’s a different social, cultural construct. When you find a bona fide cum slut, my dear, you stick with her.” “Oohhh, I wanna be your cum slut” she sighed, closed.