’ ‘Wow Houston? You moved from hot, humid and beautiful Houston to cold, wet, and dreary Detroit?’ I laughed a little and saw him smile. ‘We...l its more of a job thing. My wife and I moved up here because her job transfer here.’ My smile melted when he said that he was taken. Thats when I noticed the ring on his finger. ‘I didnt want to move, because thats where all my f****y and job were and I love Houston. But I guess we gotta do what we gotta do right?’ he finished. I shook my head in. Too bad it had to be with you." The shocked expression was exactly what I had expected. "I probably would have appreciated it more without you to distract me, it's nice, but it kind of pales in comparison." Oh, nice recovery, very smooth; you see, that's exactly the kind of line I would expect from a guy who was trying to romance me off my feet, but you say you're not interested in that." Again, I never said I wasn't interested. I'm a guy, so I'm always interested in that. But it's not a. Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, floating in a coupe of prosecco.Or pure, innocent vanilla with fresh mint and roughly chopped After Eight chocolate wafer, cream oozing out of the layers, and vodka that kicks with horseshoes on and we’re on to a great night, you’ll never forget.Our little arrangement seems to work perfectly, doesn’t it? You enjoy wrapping your hands around my neck. Obscenely plump and thick, perfectly round and bouncy, but deliciously tight - an equal product of her age, her Latina genes and hours upon hours of squats. The angle of the mirror gave me a perfect view of the beautiful curve of each cheek; two gravity-defying globes just barely concealed by the pink fabric they stretched to its limit.I lightly guided her forward with my free hand, gently caressing the back of her head, encouraging her to resume the exquisite sucking she'd been lavishing my.