.." I think it's fucking weird. And hi, I'm Mark, thanks." OK Mark, thanks for that. So Bob, what do you think would 'cure' you of this fetish, and wh... do you think you need a cure?" Uh ... I'm not sure it would be a cure so much as finally being satisfied. Pussies are so wonderful, but so hard to analyze. It's like trying to map a river of warm pudding. I keep thinking I want to do something pretty extreme to finally reach that peak, but I'll never meet the right girl." And what is that. It was more than the usual, “I want to fuck, do you?” Seriously, at times, I prefer that direct approach because I am feeling the same way. Erica Jong, in her book, “The Fear of Flying”, called it ‘the zipless fuck’. So, he said the things a woman likes to hear. I listened with my breasts, pussy and clit, not my ears and heart. He was just a fuck.I was bent over the kitchen table getting a good fuck from behind when Gina got home after early dismissal. I never heard her. She later confided that. The skin on his arms and legs was flapping, reminding me of a walrus making his way across the icy ground. There were roles of fat around his waist, wobbling with the rest of him with each movement. The loud smacking of his stomach against her arse cheeks and his huge balls waving between his legs were hardly an arousing factor but I felt myself going slowly hard. My jeans were suddenly too tight and kneeling on the floor, I didn’t quite dare unzip myself and take my cock out, but I did rub. She does as instructed and waits to be boarded. Her sensors tell her she is being scanned. There is a crackle of energy and two columns of bright light fill her ship. Two men in dark blue uniforms appear out of the light. The older man stands at around 6ft 2 with grey hair at his temples. He is fit and looks serious. The other man is younger and just under 6 ft. He has short brown hair. They are both taller than her 5 ft 8 height. The older man who is obviously in charge speaks up before she.