She's isolated."Well, what do you wanna do first?" I ask, and you sort of shrug your shoulders and I suggest one of her feet. You give me the thumbs u... and look down at her fleshy ankles, stuffed into the sexiest pair of heels that are just ripe for fucking. You readjust your stiffening cock, kneel down and take her shod foot into your hands..."Oh, honey, I knew you'd start with my feet. This is gonna feel so-o-o good!" she says, louder than she needs to. Realizing her mistake, she stops. This equates to everything in our lives. Think about it, watch a man shopping for a pair of pants. A man’s thought process; I know what I want, I know how to achieve that goal… going into hunter mode…. now attack. Men don’t shop, they zero in on their target and make the kill, buying a pair of pants? In and out of the store in under fifteen minutes, our goal achieved and satisfied. As for a woman’s thought process; a woman can think on multiple levels and multiple things on each level all at. He was always like that.I pushed him away for a second, and indicated that I wanted to get ontop. I moved away from his lips and traveled down his chest, kissing andteasing his hard nipples, he was breathing so deeply, and his hard shaft inmy hand only got wetter. I kissed and nibbled my way down to his hardnessafter a few minutes.After removing his shorts I placed my lips over his foreskin and sucked outall of his pre-cum, savoring his essence, and then pulled back the skin,and started taking. I finished unpacking, went to the store, and came home. By the time this was all done, I had roughly two hours to get ready. I couldn't show up for dinner empty handed, so I made a batch of cookie dough brownies, and started to get ready.I put on my best casual outfit, and did my hair just right. I grabbed the brownies, and headed out the door. I knocked on Jason's door, and he was quick to answer. He welcomed me in, told me I didn't have to bring anything. I told him I had too, it was the.