‘Why do you need me? You’re the mechanic, you have the in with buying the place, obviously you have the money or someplace to get it. Where do I f...t into all this?’ She nodded and said, ‘Logical and straight forward, aren’t you?’ She walked over to the workbench and hopped up to sit on it again. She picked up her beer and took a sip, I could see the wheels working behind her eyes as she decided what to say. Finally, she sat the beer down. ‘To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I’ve had the. I usually had the cuckold husband character (who I fantasized as being me), sucking the cocks of his wives’ lovers. My cock is four and a half inches long and thin, and most of the lovers I write about have much bigger cocks.Brit and I were still having frequent and enjoyable sex, and I sometimes feel like a real asshole and pervert to be getting additional sexual enjoyment from writing my stories. I judge my own stories by how easily they make me cum, and I almost always masturbate when. I watched her bounce into the bedroom and wished I felt like bouncing. The egg was sitting in my stomach like a cement block. I made my way into the bedroom and Sil was waiting. She pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. She ran her hands across my shoulders and down to my little breasts. Her hands slowly moved around my breasts and she lightly rubbed her fingers across my nipples. My skin burst into goose bumps that ran across my arms. My nipples started to rise. She made her way. All of this contributed to my being in just the right mood for her proposal.She flowed up to me, all tightly wrapped in leather, and her bright red lips formed into a dangerous smile that took over her lovely, porcelain features. I was tempted to let my eyes drift down into the soft valley of cleavage her corset top provided, but her words stopped me.There wasn't a hello, a "Hi, my name is..." She just said, "I want to suck your cock and make it mine."Well, you don't say no to that, at least I.