.have this feeling he's hiding something. I don't know. Maybe it's his too pretty face.” She shuddered. “He's right. I bet he could seduce me.”�...�But he doesn't have any tits for you to play with and a cock is nothing like a pussy. Trust me. You wouldn't know what to do with it.”Sophia smiled. “It's so disgusting. I don't know how you can enjoy the things.”“You like dildos. It's much like that.”“They are different,” she asserted as she stood. “Let's eat and get down here. I need a relaxing soak.. ) And I absolutely refused to do a 69 in the glass elevator of our big local mall on the Friday after Thanksgiving."You're no fun anymore," Clarissa said with a frown. I was afraid I was losing her, and I wasn't sure if that would be a bad thing or not.Because Clarissa's penchant for public pubic activity was getting awkward, and we didn't have anything in our relationship but sex -- but that sex was amazing.Clarissa had a body that would have made the Pope sweat. She's the only woman I've ever. “Oh you flatter me. It’s not like your friend—what was his name, Frankie? “Freddie. And no its not but I stopped seeing Freddie because he was just too big. Not only was he hard to suck, but every girl wanted to fuck him and so he set out to fuck every girl. Not the foundation of a lasting relationship. He’s a dick. Your cock is perfect. Not so big that you are an asshole, but big enough to do some damage!” She continued to play with the head of my cock with her tongue. She ate a bit of. Nothing had happened in the way of 'tension relieving' women and neither myself nor Kristy had brought it up since our conversation a month ago. The limo stopped in front of my hanger and Kristy and I were ushered inside and onto my jet by the pilot and a couple attendants. As I stepped in I noticed something was different in the jet. There was a new wall about halfway back with a door coming in from the side. I turned and asked Kristy why there was a new wall in my jet."I took the liberty of.