Mi spiaceva sapere che avesse certi problemi, ultimamente era tormentata. Era ormai ovvio che il suo problema era quello di non avere un ragazzo che l... potesse soddisfare.Una sera, di nuovo, si scopre con una mano si tocca il seno. Peno si stesse trastullando un capezzolo, intravvedo poi una mano che scivola verso il pube e inizia con il dito a girare sul clitoride. Si ferma per qualche istante e poi riprende, riesco a vedere il pennarello. Lo aveva infilato e intanto andava avnti con due dita.. "No, I can see for sure that you're not." Sheshook her head. "Let me guess, you want me to do a full makeover onhim, right?" No way!" Sandy replied. "Not till I get my claws into him first! Wejust need some decent makeup for him to work with." Ashley looked abit surprised... if not disappointed. "Ashley, this is Mel," Sandyadded. "She lives a few apartments down from us." Hi Mel," Ashley replied, but her eyes were still on Chad.Sandy pointed at Chad. "And this is Sissy."Chad turned. His wife was a beautiful young woman, nearly eight years younger than his thirty. A natural blonde, with hypnotic blue eyes, and a radiant smile. At nearly six feet, she was five inches taller than him. She worked hard on her very athletic body; her daily workouts exhausted him just by watching. When she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt, you wouldn’t believe that she weighed over one hundred and sixty pounds. Her body was long, lean, and solid, with wide. He’d thought of everything. I signed. Three days is all I had before the surgury. I told my boss I was taking the following week off from work and sat down one night and wrote Monica a letter, a just in case something happened letter. For the next seventy-two hours I lived every second for my wife and kids. Monica finally said something after I’d given her a full body massage with lotion and we’d had a fantastic heart stopping love making session. ‘Your not working full time does have a few.