I just want to know, at some point, that you’re comfortable being around a man who finds you very attractive, and would get in your pants if he coul....”“You’re a very strange man,” she said.“Nope,” he said. “I’m normal in every way. That’s what I want you to understand. I want you to understand there are perfectly nice, perfectly harmless, perfectly normal men out there that you don’t have to be afraid of.”“You make it sound like you’re on a mission,” she said.“Maybe I am,” he responded.An hour. "You were at the same briefing I was. I'm your property, but you don't seem to accept that." Legally you are, but believing that all you are is my property is a horrible idea," I replied firmly."Why?" Ashley asked. "I mean, I know you try really hard to make me feel valued, but I am your property now and I have no problems with that."We had arrived at the intersection. I looked up and could see that the stripes of the wall now skipped over an area about the size of a standard doorway. "You. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We were having a lot of fun looking at these women. Then Steve stuck his finger in Mrs. Wilson’s pussy. He moved it around and pulled it out and smelled it, we all smelled it. It smelled great! We all had super boners now and to this day I can believe these women never woke up. Bill then stuck his finger in Mrs. Tucker. That smelled great too. We all were taking turns sticking our fingers. They exchanged the vows they make daily before he was called away once more and she was in the tousled sheets once again, conjuring the unbidden image of his prow at its full, unbridled pride, sliding between her fingers and into her luscious mouth. She licked her fingers, one by one; index, middle, ring, little and paid particular attention to her thumb and she swore she could still taste him there, where she had worked his loins steadily into a rigid mound, fondling his sac with meticulous.