” Doreen scribbled on her order pad, turned to the Sarge and smiled as she waited for his order. “An All-Star Special breakfast, too, eggs scrambl...d well, sausage, and grits instead of hashbrowns, lots of extra butter and give me a coffee, black, no sugar.” “Okay, sweeties.” Doreen tore the order tickets out of her pad and clipped them above the grill. Wilbur burst through the back door. “You yahoos figure out what ya want for lunch?” “They’re having breakfast, honey, All-Star Specials.” “A. I asked her to hold on.It's amazing how competition drives women. Alicia never really showed any interest in me until I started talking to Amy, and Amy probably would never have started talking to me if I hadn't walked in with Alicia. Crazy,But I felt bad for Alicia because she never got 'her man.' So we left and went to my sister's downtown apartment. We sat on the couch and watched television. Alicia lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I placed my hand on her thigh and. We chatted a bit while I continued to stroke and fondle his softening cock. I was again amazed at how big it was, even while flaccid. Meanwhile, he played with my big tits, occasionally pulling or pinching the nipples, which was enhancing and prolonging my post-climax pleasure. He needed to get home to his family, so I reluctantly stopped stroking his cock, stuffed it back into his slacks, and zipped him up. He gave my boobs a final squeeze, kissed each nipple, then left to drive himself. And maybe even a commendation or medal to go with it.I really didn't care much for the way his emotions tasted ... kinda like poorly prepared eel served in a dock-side Arabian all-you-can-eat sushi bar. (Best not to ask.)I tilted my head to one side and lowered my eyelids. I was almost able to make out what the man looked like, but those damn lights were just too bright.I could see him well enough to link though. Question was; what kind of ring should Special Agent Boykin get?Decisions,.