Her body was all I could think about on most days. Especially days like today, when she had the day off. She walked around the house with black sports...shorts that barely covered her supple ass, a tight crop top that showed off her stomach, her enormous boobs threatened to destroy the fabric of any shirt that she put on. The finisher was her whale tail.I didn't even know there was a word for the thong lines that appeared above the pants line, but one of my new co-workers had said it out loud at. ” “I was sucking him as far as I could into my throat while I played with his balls with my right hand.”“He had his hands on the top of my head and was, for lack of a better expression, fucking my face.”“I had never dressed like this before and the overall effect of being dressed this way was having a strange effect on me. I was feeling like a total whore and loved it. I pulled his cock from my mouth and told him I wanted him to fuck me from behind. Usually I would say take me from behind or. I knew for sure as long as he was eating and craping, I would not shoot him."God I wish you could talk. I would love to know what all you have been into." After he finished the hash, he wandered through the garbage again. Just to be sure he hadn't missed anything good, then he hopped away on his three good legs. I decided that his three colors qualified him as a calico.I returned to my search of all things related to Davenport. After fifteen minutes of Davenport on the net, I heard the theme. That one jester sent a wave of emotion through her like no other. She felt happiness, hope, and desire, a desire that burned deep within her, a feeling like she had never felt before. It scared her right down to her bones. She never knew she could have a feeling like that for someone, after all she was married and had never experienced that feeling with her husband. She wanted more from this friend, but was afraid of where it might take her, afraid of her feelings, afraid to lose the.