But perhaps I was TOO nice, because it was always the same thing: “I just think of you as a good friend.” I’d had a girlfriend here and there a...d sometimes it would last a few months, but there was never one that I felt like she was ‘the one’.But surely at some point I’d rush into a burning building or pull someone out of a wrecked, burning car moments before it exploded and save the hot young woman from certain death and she would fall in love with me. Yet again, I could not have been more. He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. I kissed him hard, arching my back, pressing into his chest. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to take off my top so I could feel his skin directly upon them.My husband read my mind and moved his hands from my thighs to the hem of my top. He pulled it up and broke the kiss. I smiled, lifting my arms up so he could take off the cloth and throw it to the floor. My small breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze. Dark hands cupped them, thumbs brushing my. The wet lips touched his balls and he looked down at his cock buried to the hilt and it felt damn good. He pulled out a bit and saw the wetness and the guy sucked in his cheeks to create some pressure and took a deep breath and clamped his lips onto the huge cock and swallowed. Chris uttered the first groan since he walked in and he could have been sure his hard cock was deep in a real pussy and he let the guy go to work and eat as much as he wanted while he began to slowly move his hips back. ..let's get that straight from the start, too).So it was a big stretch for me to ask my masculine lover to slip into a pair of silk panties just for me. It was a secret fantasy I'd harbored for years but had never found the courage to ask a man to do. Allen was special, though, and I wanted him to be the one to parade around in my panties."Allen, will you wear these for me?" I said, holding up my favorite pair of panties. At first, he thought I was joking and he laughed in my face. But when he.