I am a woman who is pretty good looking and I have a good amount of self respect and secure in my womanhood to not be jealous if he looks or talks to ...nother woman. My attitude being "Look but don't touch." I never had a problem using a vibrator to satisfy my needs but it never dawned on me to use my own heels. What the hell right? they could turn me on and they don't need 2 double A's!Well it is time to get up and make some coffee, we had some great pizza last night from Samz club, a big 16. I amazed myself at the diligence with which I investigated these sites, searching out the "old classics," authored by a variety of gifted writers. The process had taken almost a year. Truthfully, finding them took only half the time, the other half was spent reading, re-reading, and commenting on them, I loved to share my thoughts and feelings.When my search was over, I discovered a desolate void between new "classics". Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like. She removed them and I was sucking like a little baby, she smiled and I gave a love bite over her nipple area, she screamed and kissed me hard and gave a love bite to me on my upper chest area. We were both hungry for sex and so without wasting time I entered into her in cowgirl position and her pussy was so tight that it took a while to penetrate it deep in and after so much creaming drama we were swinging off into one and another, in between she used to slow off because of not being. I afforded myself every opportunity to touch her back as we walked out to the car and I opened her door for her. There was so much I longed to do, and yet she had not openly shown any desire for me until the last house we were to see.“This is my favorite house of all the houses for sale in the area,” she said as she opened the door to a spacious furnished living room, with a large over-stuffed couch. “This house is just the way I would want one if I were having one built!” she said, becoming a.