Four of my very good business associates from Togo are in New York for a meeting with me tomorrow morning and they're heading here right now to **** y...u.”She began to shake her head furiously and yelled red over and over. George bent down, put his ear close to her mouth and then stood back up.“What's that your saying, is it red?”She went quiet and nodded just as furiously.“No, they're not red, they're black. Most people who come from Togo are,” he said, and laughed.She pulled and tugged at her. And the thing was, unlike a lot of men who seemed to devote a great deal of time trying to avoid matrimony, I’d sought it out assiduously for many years, dating a myriad of women without finding the one.After the last time, I’d pretty much despaired of finding the ‘right girl’. Part of this was caused by a belief that I was ‘too weird’ for a serious relationship. Or, at least, this had been my self image; one of disgust with my own perversities. For, you see, I’d craved a fantasy woman since my. Yes, perfectly by herself. Brooke loved a good party now and then, but partying with half of the city in one building (small towner) was never much fun to her. All it ever meant to her was her 110lb body being shoved around in a crowd of people who were much bigger and taller than she. She was serious when it came to New Year’s resolutions, goals, and self-care. This night she decided to take it a notch further and treat herself lovely. A warm bubble bath, slow sexy music, dim lights and last. And slowly, slowly, you relax into my arms. Your breath comes deeper and faster, and then you are kissing me back. I feel your crotch begin to grind against my hip. I know I have you when I feel your little hand gently clasp my throbbing cock and start stroking it. I pick you up in my strong arms and lay you on my bed. Then I’m kissing you again. Your lips, your neck, your breasts. My hand glides down your tummy and between your thighs, to your lovely sex orchid. You keep begging me, "no daddy!.