Not that I judge people by the way they look, but to me, he was just not that attractive. Maybe if he lost 20 or 30 pounds and shaved, stopped pretend...ng to keep the hair that was so obviously gone, and was 20 years younger. The other thing of note was that my neighbor, Mr. Watson, though at this point we just called him Will, came through my line during a slow time right before my shift ended. "Hey Sarah" he said as he walked through, only grabbing a few items, sunscreen, some apples, and. The lights dimmed and I stood there sweating, transformed. After admiring myself I remembered my onlooker. He was as as fascinated by my new body as I seemed to be. I then saw him in a way I had never seen a man before. His muscular forearms made me feel weak. His thighs reminded me of concrete pillars, the strength of which made me feel week and helpless, and finally, as I turned my gaze to his cock, I felt a heat and wetness between my legs and a longing to be filled up by that cock. The. Did I tell you before he was a snake?That's right, a snake with a great big ego and a good line of bullshit.I was his confident, so he told me, at the five year mark, that Sheila started the "marriage" and "children" talks. No he wasn't anywhere near ready to settle down and do the married man thing. Hell, Sheila was screwing his brains out every time he was home and there were a bunch of one (two?) night stands while was on the road."What man in his right mind would want to get married and. The end of his cock was flared, obviously to sort of hold him into a mare while he orgasmed. I couldn’t resist and started to lick around the head and then sucked this huge cock.“Look at that” again a voice said and I began to rub my clit. I was now oblivious to everything except the pony’s cock and my need to orgasm. I came with a muffled yell. I wanted that cock in me. I looked up at Claire. It was as if she had read my mind. She moved the bench into position and I laid down on it. I grabbed.