The image sends shivers through her. He kneels up and she removes his shirt. An odd feeling shirt, but her mind is to consumed to care. She runs her ...inger tips down his chest, his stomach. A light sprinkling of hair leading down, down. His breath catches, she hesitates, not sure what to do next, then boldly she moves her hand to his waist. She seeks out the buttons but finds none. How odd she thinks. no, he wouldn’t be wearing ..a kilt? would he? He reaches down and moves her hands away. When. .things I could never experience in this shell.For these reasons, as well as her sweetness, sense of humor, strong motherlyinstincts, and a hundred more, I settled on Annie...and specifically, hercharacter on "Designing Women," Mary Jo Shively. It seemed like Annie was ather loveliest in those years....a head encircled by gorgeous curly redhair....big soulful eyes, cherry lips, and a slim, girlish body that seemedto glide through the world like a feather floating on the breeze.And to be. I will provide some background before the story. One of my fantasies was to watch my wife with a black guy. One time while we were having sex, I told her, "I have a fantasy to share with you that drives me crazy."She asked with measured breathing, "Yeah, what is it?"I whispered into her ear as I was fucking her, "I would like to see you fuck another guy. Would you enjoy fucking another guy?" I knew she was close to orgasm, and I thought I would get the best response from her in this state of. I started to lick his cock like a lollypop, then took him into my mouth and started to suck it. Before he could cum I stopped. I held his cock hard and squeezed it. How many Japanese pussies have you fucked I asked him.He pulled me to him and kissed me. None he said. I’m going to fuck yours right now though. I stood up and removed my clothes. He feasted his eyes on my smooth body. You’re beautiful he said. As beautiful as Viki? I saw you ogling her over dinner. She was practically naked he.