Even after twenty years the man still had a body to die for. It had been the first thing she noticed when the sailor in his white uniform stepped into...her Mama’s fish shack that Sunday afternoon. As she told her friend Jill…dat man sure is purdy. But it was his kind heart that had captured hers. Oh, she knew his job, knew that her husband was a trained assassin. He knew almost as many ways to kill a man as he did ways to make her orgasm. Almost anyway. It was his job, but it was more than. " Tim justsaid "So what? Work around it! Ha ha" as he caressed his own breasts.After their midday escapade, another package arrived from the company.They eagerly opened it up and it was a black bra and panty set as well assome new black tights. Only these "tights" were actually quite sheer. Timgrabbed the panties and said "This will help me with 'down there' youknow!" He put everything on, including the bra, which neither noticed wasa 34B and, of course, everything fit perfectly. "Those look. Yes you can.’ I said and pulled her back onto my cock hard enough to leave bruises on her ass and scars on her heart forever. ********* Hi, my name is Mark Watkins. And I swear, I’m a nice guy. No, really, I am. Heck, I’m more than just a ‘nice guy,’ I’m a fucking feminist. Seriously, just ask any of my friends, any of my ex girlfriends, my ex wife, anybody. I love women. I took women’s studies classes in college. I spent at least 3 years right around the end of high school hating myself for. The time to travel arrived. He flew up. The meeting went well with his team negotiating a four point reduction in costs over the next three quarters. They went to dinner and eventually wrapped everything up close to 10:00 p.m. Ronnie went back to his hotel, but wasn’t sleepy. He decided to text Moe.-Hey Moe. I’m bored.-Sup cuz?-Bored like I said-Where u at-Downtown-U staying wit me this weekend. Want me to scoop u now?-Don’t you have to work in the morning?-Yeah. But I’ll scoop my li’l.