When I saw her fixate her attention on my stroking hand I could tell she wanted to see more. Turning slightly to give her a full view I began to strok... a bit quicker making my cock stand tall and proud. Taking some spit I lubed the head of it and began to jerk off. All the time she stood there her eyes watching me. When I felt my load getting ready to shoot I dropped my cock and let it just pulse up and down wanting more stroking to let my load out. When I looked back at her it appeared she had. The pulsing beat brings me back as Bob wails "let's get together and feel all right" - not a bad idea Mr. Marley... not bad at all.I feel the heat rise in my tummy and spread slowly down my legs... a te yearning for a partner to do this dance with. Someone who, like me, just wants to feel all right.... As I check my phone, the reminder for an informal networking happy hour at the clubhouse catches my eye. Smiling, I head to the door, checking my hair one last time as I sweep into the hallway. ‘Yeah, well, I’m the girl with great taste who has resorted to openly begging for a designer table,’ she joked. ‘Oh no, I wouldn’t call that openly begging.’ He moved towards her and took her face in his hands. ‘Trouble is, you can have anything you want from me, anything at all, without having to ask for it, and that is very, very dangerous. I’ll have to be more careful.’ She giggled in response and pressed a kiss onto his lips. ‘Well I promise to not to run of with all of your money,’ her. This is compliments of the 'Shy One' the subject is Beer!!!Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, "It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."Babe Ruth"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they.