I know you were cheating on me from the start. E told me everithing hoping she'll make me leave you. She loved you. I loved you. You said you loved me...and were fucking her. You made me open my eyes. I can't hope of real love. you did not know about my condition and still could not be faitfull. I will never lead a life were I cand marry a guy and have k**s. I might as well be a slut and have lots of fun. No one cares anyway. You don't. You enjoy seeing me getting fucked and creamed by others. It. " I looked at him, "I want the beautiful young temptress." I'm just your average white guy. I'm 31, 5'10" and weigh 185. I'm getting my first few grey hairs, I wear glasses and have just a little bit of a middle aged tummy. Frank is a lot like me. I do have a pretty nice seven inch cock but you have to get that far before a woman would know that. "Sure you do but how often do you get one?" Frank replied. I just slowly nodded my head. Frank continued, "I walk up to her and whisper in her. To his left, an older man was sitting at one of the tables reading a newspaper while he sipped his coffee as if it were alcohol. ‘Good evening Tony! How’s business?’ Bradley exclaimed, while walking up the counter. Tony was wiping the bar down with a cloth as usual, and looked up, smiling when he saw Bradley enter. ‘Bradley my boy! Business is excellent, couldn’t be better. How’s your family, son?’ Tony walked turned to the counter behind the bar and began making the same order Bradley had. Her pledge contributor sponsor, goaded by her suggestive cavorting, had hastily stripped her topless on the dance floor, lay her out and satisfied himself in her prone cleavage. He dismounted and ordered the spunk-spattered blonde to pull a boob-job train for his guests. She complied, well-practiced in the ways to tongue tickle each successive man’s tip until he came powerfully on her face and her rumpled blonde tresses. Gus likewise worked that magic now on Ned’s cock until he finally blew.