He stirred and moaned at the images flowing as elegantly through his memory's vision, as her hands were now so lovingly following and flowing over his...every contour. That other flow, the one now wetting her silky nest, also had him stirring. Suddenly she shifted her position, rose up over him onto the bed, straddling his frame. Her hands quickly went back to applying her magic. At first, he noticed an obvious press of her loins against his, while her hands relaxed every muscle they met, and. His eyes swept over her luxurious blonde locks, which hung to past her shoulders, in huge curls; past her wide, blue eyes; past her full, sensuous lips, soft and pink as ripened strawberries; past the full, high, round breasts capped with pert, rosy areolas; and past the concave sweep of her tummy, to the small cock and balls that dangled below her trimmed pubic hair.Marilyn was a guy! She was a he! His woman was a man! A man with a beautiful face, a feminine figure, and sleek, soft skin, but a. " He sneered. "It's probably worse. Good bye Jenny." He walked out, went home, packed a bag hoping Jackie and Maria were still wanting him back. If not he would go to a motel till he got settled. He all but begged they would accept him. He hoped they would understand. When he got to the apartment me took a deep breath then knocked. No answer so he knocked again and this time the door opened a little. He opened the door and walked in. He didn't see the girls so he walked down the hallway hoping. “How was it?” “A little salty” Louise replied. “Let me taste” Carol said, and Sung Hee felt Carol’s finger slide in again. Carol withdrew her finger and then slipped it between her own lips. “Hmmm…Louise, you’re right. Sung Hee, have you been eating fish lately?” and all three women burst out laughing. Sung Hee tried to steady herself with another long swig at her margarita. “OK, Sung Hee. We know you are drenched. How about these other girls? Louise, are you wet? Sung Hee, check out Louise.