Ihoped somebody would kiss me like that tonight. He’d knowthat would be the only reason for me bringing him here.What do you think about that?&#...221;“That would be all right with me, too.”“Oh, it would? What about this?”I turned my back to him, got my feet on the seat near thedoor, knees up, and leaned backwards, into his arms.It was a very comfortable position for me. I had an armaround Tom’s neck. He had his left hand on the steeringwheel, so it was holding. I held off for some time. Kyle then pushed a finger into my rectum. He definitely found my prostate. It was getting difficult to hold back. He got me so agitated that I finally let loose. I unloaded down his throat. I was full that day. I probably squirted five or six times. Kyle kept swallowing my sticky load down. My balls were aching by the time he finished me off. Kyle pulled away. Some of my cream was running down his chin."I better go and get cleaned up," he said to me. Kyle stood up and. ’ Helene Falkland touched Jeff’s hand. ‘Not just my political career,’ she said. ‘This is the payoff for three generations of Falklands.’ Jeff watched Helene’s firm buttocks twist smoothly in the black silk dress as she stepped out of the limo. He noted the way Helen’s shapely legs filled out the silk hose. There was a standing joke among the other senators about the special initial license plate on Helene’s limo. ‘HF’ didn’t stand for Helene Falkland, the joke said. It really meant Helene. Coffee will help that.Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself as I open the door to your store. We both know I’m there to see you; see your smile, hear your voice, and get lost in your eyes. But I can never tell you why I’m there. If you knew that I’d been alone for years by the time I met you, you’d probably laugh at me, think it’s some gimmick and then I’d lose you as a friend. If you knew how long it’s been since I last held a woman....“Hi! What can I get for you?” you chime in,.