There was a reserved seat with my name on it at every New York City fashion house show.It still didn't help; I might have looked like a million dollar... but inside I felt like a rusty war era steel nickel. I didn't even have a boyfriend. Heck, I couldn't even find a date that I could tolerate being with for a second time. My looks and fortune had put me on every Top 10 "Most Eligible" list and there was no shortage of men seeking to add me to their portfolio. I became very good at identifying. Both ladies were overjoyed, but I got lucky and the question was to discuss how many sexual partners you had in your lifetime. Mine was easy, Susan was my first, my high school sweetheart, and then Jen. I told the story quickly, but dishonestly as I held back my relationship with Beth. The ladies looked at me in disappointment, they were hoping for much more, I could tell. I apologized telling them, that’s all there was, all the while lying through my teeth.Jen picked up the dice and rolled a. Next she looked at him and said, “Lets see if we can get him close.” She then went all the way down on my dick and stopped her nose buried in her hair. It felt fantastic. I groaned and exhaled loudly, savoring the feeling of her throat muscles contracting on my shaft, trying to milk my cock. She came back off of it for air then smiled at me, “Did you like that?” I responded, “Hell yes I liked it.” She licked her lips, “You want it again?” I responded, “Hell yes I want it again.”With that she. Lekin apne pati ke sath jana meri majboori thi.Hum train se jaa rahe the, aur raat ka safar tha. Jis raat hum nikalne waale the, uske agle din shaam ko UP pahunchne waale the. Kyuki raat ka safar tha, to maine leggings aur kurti pehan rakhe tha.Aap to jaante hi hai, ki meri gaand bohut badi hai, to leggings mein woh kamaal ki lag rahi thi. Jab hum station pahunche, to waha par khade saare launde mujhe hi taak rahe the.Meri kurti zyada tight to nahi thi, lekin usme se mere stanno ki poori shape.