She wasn't sloppy, but she didn't put too much work into looking good. Some jackasses would probably have called her fat. I've got fairly eclectic tas...es, and I like fat women. They're so often overlooked and marginalized, not just as romantic partners, but as people, and I can never figure out why. But Dana, she was a thick, pretty girl with sharp features. Anyway, she gave me a smile from across the room, and I smiled back, kind of thinking "oh, what have we here?"The party got smaller. There. It would give him a chance to get his feet on the ground at WNUT-AM, Nutley, NJ.His "feet on the ground," right. Not for the first time, Paul marveled at how many commonplace expressions involved references to legs, knees, feet, or combinations of all three. Everybody did it. Sometimes, when someone employed such a phrase in Paul's presence, they would think about what they had just said and blush furiously.But, Hell, he thought, he still used those phrases himself. So what, if his feet were. We had no future together, this was all there was; just this shared pleasure, a meeting of our bodies, a transfer of fluid. She smiled and held me tightly, accepting my emissions without hesitation or fear. Lian liked it when I came in her. I liked it too.After sex, she liked to lie together quietly for a while. Irene always jumped up and took a shower, washing off the odor and possibly shame. That was perhaps Lian’s greatest attraction; she was simply shameless about sex.We went out shopping. My BIL slowly put his hands on my wife’s breast and started squeezing them lovingly.She started licking his neck and put her hand in his shorts. Oh God, I was having the hardest erection. In moments, he removed her top and started licking her breast. She then unzipped his shorts and made him half naked. She started playing with his cock. I could easily see how much my BIL was enjoying. In the meantime, he also unhooked her bra and put his tongue on her nipples. She was moaning now. He sucked my.