“What else are you into?”He thought on this a moment as we rounded a corner. “I like music.”“What sort of music?”“I like rock music, and...I like blues, but my parents are so cliche they won’t let me play it in the house because it’s the devil’s music.”“I like rock and blues music too. When my older brother moved away for college, he left a whole lot of CDs in his room, so I’ve been going through them and finding what I like. Foo Fighters, Pearl Jam…..” I said, listing bands off.“They’re rad,”. I think we have done that, but from start to finish, we haven't. But if we do it the first way, I bet I wouldn't stimulate your G-spot as much. I know you love orgasms, but aren't they a little much every time?? (I was shaking my head YES) It seems you could enjoy the thrusting longer without interruption." He explained."Well, yes, the preparation is a pain in the... I won't even go there. Let's just say it's an inconvenience, but worth it. Then I would go to bed with the plug, huh? That makes. Six weeks he thought, his eyes ran over the figure of the now distracted white woman. Full, jutting breasts, that were not too fat, strained her shirtfront. Her hair was a golden yellow. Her troubled eyes were blue flecked with grey. A small mouth that was compressed by troubling thought, with lips that were red, and luscious. A man could spend hours concentrating on just her mouth... 'What's your name?''Just call me Bob Miss!''Bob, you don't look like a Bob''My full name is Robert Bouranga. .. mmmmm..." Jane sighed, contentedly, and closed her eyes. "It was fantastic. Too quick, of course, but that's okay, because we did it again that night."Dr. Susan arched her eyebrows. "Twice? In a single day?" Yes! Can you believe it! Isn't it fantastic! I'm cured!" I'll be the judge of that," Dr. Susan said, sternly. "So what about your other directive?" Oh ... uh..." Jane blushed, prettily. Dr. Susan noticed that she was actually wearing a little bit of makeup this time. Of course, she was.