Her hairdresser, probably. A drag showdancer. Something." Oh, do you like drag shows?" God, no. They're all queers. Big dresses, big hair, pumped up t...tties.And they charge $17 dollars for a drink. Two or three nights of that willleave you broke."Kim almost laughed again. She imagined him wearing a tin-foil hat to keepthe radio beams from his home planet at bay. Stop that, she thought toherself. Don't think mean thoughts. Breathe deep."Brady, do you have a Mistress?" Hell no. That's not for me.. Espresso with my heart. There are a few pleasures in life that are worth dying for.Jackie brings me an Americano—two shots of espresso pulled on top of two shots of hot water. I’d drink the espresso straight, but it cools off too quickly.Espresso is an art, both in creation and consumption. I held the cup in both hands and absorbed the warmth through my fingers as the aroma tickled at the edges of my nose. I never drink fast. If I dove in and took a drink I’d just burn my tongue. I just hold it. You’d lose out. I’m not a good judge of manhood but he would stand out in any crowd as handsome and fit. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he told us he was a model for GQ magazine. I watched Jaycee’s reaction to meeting her next paramour, her eyes widened, her lips turn up slightly and she blushed. Alan sat at the end of the bed nodded to me then turned his eyes on the petite redhead trying to hide behind a veil of shyness. Anna’s big brother was a full-grown adult, nine years older than. By now, her loins were covered with my cum, leaking out of her cunt onto the bed (my wife’s bed) and smeared all over the her thighs. Her eyes still closed, she rubbed her clit furiously, lubricated by my cum, now moaning loudly until she convulsed over and over again with her only orgasm of the evening, with her pussy juice finally flowing freely to combine with my cum into a primeval slime.Lying on my side watching her, I suddenly felt a little like a worthless drone, ready to be killed and.