All the politician and movie star bits won't sound believable. Tone down the drugs and crime. Me: Mmmm. Z: I've got lists of ...lternative words for dick, fuck, pussy, to help you out. Me: Mmmm. Before you think I'm a total airhead, I ought to mention that [Z] and I were taking turns with [D's] dick in our mouths. This wasn't exactly a typical conversation to have while on my knees, in the kitchen, servicing a cock. But in our house . I reach for your hair and you stop me, shaking your head and smiling. You take my hands and put them where yours were. 'Hold your legs open for me,' you instruct and again I feel your tongue on my clit. Oh my god, it's too much! I want to come! You sense it and stop. 'Not yet,' you whisper as you climb on top of me. You kiss and nibble your way back up the same map you drew out until you get to my mouth. You kiss me deeply while you guide your very hard cock into me.'Yes!' I moan while you. Since she’s not a people person and isn’t particularly close to her family or mine, she doesn’t really care if we move. One place is as good as the next in her eyes. So it’s up to me, I thought, as I land alone thousands of miles away from my California home. It seems a bit odd that I’m even considering a move but I sure feel like a new start is just what the doctor ordered. No, I don’t have any physical problems. My body’s in great shape. It was my counselor who has recommended it. He knows. That woman! She’s a spiteful horrid bitch. She’ll hurt me just to hurt Simon.”“I could be your mutual point of contact,” I said, volunteering before I thought it through.“I might need that if I decide to go. But that’s not why I came.”“What’s up?”“Simon says give you a retainer.” She was fishing in a purse the size of Lake Washington and I was sure she’d come out with a floppy salmon. Instead, she emerged with a little business card box. She handed it to me and I opened it. It was full of.