"Okay, so now to pick the right size. I am guessing you definitely want one of the realistic ones." She led us over to where they were all hanging u... on metal hooks inside hard plastic shells. Amy walked up and started looking closer. She would pick one up and read the details on the back, return it to its place on the wall and look at another. Finally she turned to me with one in her hands.She stepped up close to me and whispered in my ears. "How does this one look to you? It looks like. “Favorite?” “Yeah,” he stammered. “My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on my cell phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon, you know, my favorite.” “You’re my favorite too,” she stared down at her bare feet. She stood against the wall, the brick wall in her loft apartment that she had painted in fuzzy duck yellow, princess pink and majesty purple. She was injured, mentally and emotionally, literally and metaphorically. Standing against the wall made her feel safe and. We meet at my place and i was as if we had known each other for years. We made out and moved to my bedroom, leaving clothes on the floor throughout the house. She waned to start by giving me head, but I held her head and told her that the day would be about her. Removed her thong and started kissing her groin and thighs until she just grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth onto her dripping pussy. I must have licked her, sucked her, bit her, stuck my tongue in her for like 2 hours, looking at her. “Do you like a sherry shandy?! He asked her.“Oh I don’t know, what’s it like?”“OK you’re about to find out then!” he laughed.She laughed too and closing her book, raised herself from the table and stood fingering her hair in the mirror above the mantelpiece.Dan returned bearing a small round tray with drinks. She turned taking the glass of sherry and sipped it looking him in the eye. “ That’s nice ... Dan.”Dan took-in the vision before him; her sensual confidence and took a sip of his own.