She looked at her collection of work; all thearticles and essays she had written. She had written so many words onhow she hated men, distrusted them, ...hought them useless. Her feministreadership ate them all up. Her fans agreed with every word she saidwhile men wrote nasty comments. Could she really be one of them, be inthe same league as murderers, rapists, and thieves?She then saw a woman's comment on one of her articles. "Men don't needanother scolding from a man-hating Lesbian. They need. Got to know she was married, had 2 kids and her husband was a manager in a reputed firm.She felt lonely during day time when kids went to school and husband was busy with work. So she started giving me call when she got free time from household chores. This went on for some time, she opened up slowly and started telling about household problems.Slowly our intimacy developed and started texting naughty, sharing naughty pics.This went on to next level, we started playing role-plays and ended up. She started to hug me, fawn on me, touch and caress my body (absolutely “accidentaly”, of course), especially my chest (I think she was attracted by my pectorals). This didn`t even seem to me nymphomaniac any more. I thought: “Damn! maybe she wants to leave her boyfriend and get it on with me…” Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that she had a boyfriend, crazy about her but always away from home, sailing around the world, leaving her, preety little thing, all alone…with other men to take care of her. "What's up with your bitch? My head hasn't even gone in yet and she's already moanin' like she is bein' fucked." said MR Meaty.I just noticed who was next in line for her mouth! Oh fuck! This is going to be good! The guy wasn't very thick at all but he was about 8-9 inches long. That, my friends, is really going to shut Leslie up real good. It's easily going down her throat far enough to shut off her air supply, easy peasy.So there it was. An epic battle between the big cock in one end.