’ That’s when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in The ReDating Game, I tried echoing his elusive feelings. I got anger,...confusion, despair, futility and loneliness. Left brain kicked in… Is this just a psychological reflection of me and my moods? Happily, it was not. ‘Left brain off, right brain contact him.’ The initial, resolving image for The ReDating Game was this: A man sat alone at a four-place food court table. His left arm was extended on the table and held a. I watched his hard dick pulse inside her. It was so hot. Then he pulled out slowly, his semi hard cum covered dick slapped me in the face, right across the nose. Kortny knew I liked it. She hadn’t touched my dick in 10 minutes yet I was rock hard. She pulled Brett's dick out of her mouth to point out my erection. The guys laughed when Kortny sat up pushing her loose cum filled pussy right in my face. I couldn’t move while she rubbed it all over my face. She even made me lick her clit. I had cum. I could feel the rim of the head of his cock rub against my cock as we took turns sawing in and out of her pussy. I started to suck one of her nipples as he played with the other one rubbing the nipple between his thumb and fingers.M climaxed. Her pussy pulsed! Her breathing changed. The skin of her chest flushed. Her breasts got fuller. Her nipples were impossibly hard.Then, I could feel him start to cum in her. M climaxed again. He remained as deep in her as he could to keep her tight. ”So I laughed and said, “I’m disgusting? All I asked you to do was to invite her over for dinner sometime. You are the one that brought up me eating her pussy and you sucking your fingers after you masturbate, but not in your English class.”Embarrassed that she had over reacted and had confessed to masturbating she said, “Oh, okay I’ll invite her to come home with me tomorrow.”Once I had her on the defensive I asked, “Can I suck your fingers after you masturbate?”She looked at me sternly. I.