It hasn’t been a good couple of years; I’ve bounced my way through relationships like Zebedee on coke and for a while it didn’t seem to matter. ...here was always another arrogant, opinionated prick hanging at the bar eager to buy me a drink, regale me with boasts about his exploits and take me back to his semen stained bedding to demonstrate that alcohol doesn’t enhance sexual performance ... and some of them even provided breakfast. But recently it has all seemed too much effort.Lately, the. Then, reaching down, he gently spread the wispy lace border and let his heavy cock flop down through the opening.Anxious to see what he looked like, he walked over to the mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he smiled bashfully. Not bad, he thought to himself. Facing the mirror, he saw his impressive prick bracketed by the identical strips of black lace, hiding most of his curly, blond pubic hair.The lace ribbons continued on down swerving around his big, dangling balls and. A. Sure, they gave me names and business cards, and I remembered them while they were fucking me, but by the next morning they were forgotten. But not quite completely; more of that later."OK," I said, "if you want. But I've got another idea that won't make any of you wait. How about you all three start at the same time? One of you fucks my box, one gets blown and the third gets a hand job. Then you can rotate any way you want."I never call my cunt my box, but I can read people fairly well and. I gave her one shot , she took it in and closed her eyes. I looked the other way to throw the bud , when i turned , all i could feel were here soft lips on mine , almost in a flash her hands were around my head , pulling me as she violently bit me on my lips. For a moment i was in a daze and didn’t respond , she took my hands and put them inside her top ,urging me to slide them up.After a moment she broke the kiss and looked at my in a cougarish manner and said “time to walk the talk , boy” and.