At first. After an awkward pause, too long for what followed to have any credibility, she asked, "How do you know he didn't?" "Okay. Well, you know, I...understand how this sounds, lifelong bachelor that I am. And I'm sure things change over time, after kids and so on. But I can't help thinking that if it were me, your knees would be wobbly, your hair an absolute mess, and you'd have the kind of blissful, feeling-no-pain look on your face that only comes from morphine and marathon sex between two. " I couldn't believe I Said it. I turned around and pulled down my jean shorts and pants form. He couldn't help it he leaned over to look at my ass and started to jiggle it I couldn't help but laugh at him. It felt so good with his rough man hands on my soft shakable ass.He couldn't help himself. He took off my top and leaned me back and began to finger my pussy so fucking good. I couldn't help it. I was so wet from him. He knew it too. He just kept going.He then pulled out his fingers as I. ” “I like him, and he’s incredibly talented.” “Yeah, apparently women can’t sense what a sleaze he is. Guys can though, and Michael would.” “Is that your special spider sense that only men have?” “Probably.” “If male’s spider sense is so keen, why is it that the female spider often eats the male after mating? Maybe guys should be saving those finely-tuned senses for more important things.” “Maybe so, but really we don’t care, as long as we don’t get eaten before mating. I mean, you know, except. Honor herself picked a mock-secretary uniform, allowing her tits to billow over the edge of a corset she wore under a short jacket. Her skirt was, well, a wide belt, really, and her heels even had an inch on Lucian’s.“Ready,” she stated, picking up a professional-looking clipboard to press against her bosom. “Let’s eat them.”Click-clacking down the wide marble corridor, the slanting rays of sunlight flashing on and off on their sashaying bodies, Lucian couldn’t stop feeling like a cowboy hero.