"My name is Kacy. My boyfriend's name is Trevor." Awww. Pretty names. Ok, Kacy, I'm guessing B-Cup? Am I wrong?" Correct. Breast man?" Kacey said."Ehh..., kinda. The matching sets are over there," Tommy pointed her in the right direction. "What's your boyfriend into?" My ass," Kacey said."Haha. Blunt. And really helpful. And kind of cute, if I do say so myself." Tommy said, smiling. Kacey smiled back. "I'll be over there if you need any assistance, Miss Kacy. Oh, and I would go thongs. Basic. " So you've had a chance to use it?" Have I ever! It's not quite like a boyfriend, but it's close. And a lot more convenient, too!" We laughed."Emily..." Mmmm?" When I said I wanted to thank you, I meant that I wanted to thank you." What do you mean?" Emily ... would you like me to kiss you?"I gave her a long, hard look. Well, I have a reputation for going for broke, and I sure lived up to it then."Only if I can suck on your tits, too. But I thought you weren't gay." I thought I wasn't a lot of. That was enough to send him over the edge and he spurted jets of semen over his glass doors. It’s nice to have good neighbors! Sunday morning is my bike ride session, so a few weeks later I was up early and on the road by 7AM planning on a 3 hour stint in the saddle. I had barely reached our town line heading north on A1A when a black Maserati passed me wide and slow. I’m not a car freak but this particular model is my husband’s idea of a wet dream on wheels so I know it. A couple miles further. He was painfully aroused when he shut off his water and began to dry off.Would you mind if I borrowed your shampoo? I thought I had grabbed mine but I grabbed the creme rinse instead,” she asked through the wall. Paul grabbed his bottle and held it under the divide, lifting the wall slightly. When she grabbed it, her fingertips closed on his. A surge of energy passed between them and they both dropped the bottle. “I’m so clumsy,” she apologized. “Sorry about that.” He could see her hand.