Think, Holly.Why do you think that I started calling you Holly immediately as soonas you put that suit on. If you think about it, I haven't called you...nything else since that time, and I won't. It's pat of the wholepackage. It not only reinforces your identity to you, but it alsoserves to hide the fact that you are someone else, wearing a bodysuit.It perpetuates the myth, if you will, and it's something that theowners and management insist on. As long as you ARE Holly, that is allyou will be. I will find a date for mine.” “Okay, that makes sense”, Laura agreed. “After Christmas, between then and New Year’s eve, go to be with Greg and come back when you are ready. Leave your rings then. I will either find a party with some of my art community friends, or stay here with ESPN and vodka tonic. There are a bunch of football games on TV.” With all of the holiday details settled, Laura and Dan went to bed. She talked Dan into his version of a good hard screw, and it was good. Not as hard. My tongue swirled around his tasty knob and I sucked more delicious precum from his dilated meatus. My teeth raked the sensitive skin as my lips tightened around his shaft.“Oooh – fuck, baby!” Sam cried and his body shivered with pleasure. It was a game I knew all too well, a game where the rules were constantly changing, as his cock grew to its full length. One that I played to win when I can get him to shoot his load down my hungry throat.Sam placed his hands on my shoulders to steady. . Some kinda sob story, huh?Anyway that was 4 years ago, when i was 38.I may not be a spring chicken, but I can hold my own and drink just about any joker under the table. Did I mention I can fuck any dame from here to Johannesburg and back? That's why Nancy fell for me... that's why my wife fell for me... I guess I just ain't the kinda guy who can be with one broad forever.Anyway, back to the story at hand. I'm nearing my office building, a place where i rent a room next to some jerk that.