She had sent Sylvia on an errand to New York City to pickup some plans to continue her project."I'm happy you could make it," she said, noticing his b...g bulge at his fly."Me too," Max smiled. "You look delicious tonight. I could eat you all night."Mildred laughed, "What can I get you?" Just some bottled water or if you don't have that, how about some juice." What kind of juice?" she exaggerated the swing of her ass going into the kitchen. Max stared and wondered if he had such a nice ass when. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.“It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted commandingly with her obviously open man, so different than my closed off, dreadful marriage. My own directness was all new. My head was spinning. I talk, slowly, laconically.i've been told i have a voice like honey. my body, is not the railthin look that is in vogue. atleast not in any issues after the1950's. i am hourglass shaped, having a heart shaped ass, andvoluptuous 38 d boobs. i am, some would say, a dream girl, but mygreatest asset, is none of these. my greatest feature is my DSL's orDick Sucking Lips.i really am quite proud of them. i have heard them talked aboutjealously by other women, lustily by men, and adoringly by. In the aftermath, they'd flaunt their more-than-friends affection with another right in front of me. You were there to relieve my need and bring peace back to my inflamed nether regions.That geometry class where I was the only guy in a room full of cruel teenage girls was the coup de grace. In a class of thirty, twenty were in the pom-pom squad, and eight were cheerleaders. They had the audacity to wear their short-skirted outfits to class, causing unimaginable distress to my tighty-whitey's..