“Apparently Bob would have done this, but you’re here.”Monica with a blue rinse, combed straight and curled in at her shoulders, was tall, power...ully built and upper class, if there is such a thing these days – I firmly believe there is. Her teeth would never have got past first base in the State, they were badly aligned, her top brace full on out jutting. Oth than that, she just oozed high born, wearing a form fitting, olive green, vee neck soft top, which proudly layered over stout and bulky. "It's my right leg. Sitting in that truck isn't the best thing for it."I ask, "Do you rub voltaren gel on it?" What's that?" It's a muscle rub. I use it all the time. It's good for muscle aches and pains." Never heard of it.”I put my package on the Mustang's trunk. The trunk is covered with a blanket to keep the paint finish from accidentally getting damaged as I work on it. "Wait here. I'll get mine and show you." I go inside to the bathroom to collect the tube of voltaren and return to the. Is there a problem?" No, Sir ... well ... maybe. I'm trying to figure out in my head what a creature like that should look like in real life, and it's not coming to me," I made up an excuse."No one here is going to hold your hand, Keith. Either you can do this, or you can't. But just sitting there isn't going to get you where you need to go. Give me something that I can work with, at least," he commanded me, and I felt like I should be looking for another one of those dust motes to hide. Equally pleasurable was watching gay and straight men – casual acquaintances at best - drop their pants and stand in front of us masturbating in a secluded part of a club or in a living room. It aroused us (which benefited our love making later on) to watch their penis grow stiff and their sperm shoot out into the tissues that one of us would be holding.Of course, now I would not touch anyone’s genitals or watch a man climax unless my own man was with me. Enamored by the male sex package, I.