You lose him and he won't be sitting and crying into his beer for long."She came back in and stood at the entrance to the den for another long moment....Neither of us said anything. Then she started to cross the den toward me. I held my hand up."Stop. Grab a chair and sit over there by the TV."It surprised her. I could read it on her face. She was expecting to come over, kneel at my feet, cuddle for a moment and then started the kissing which would lead to the bedroom. But it wasn't going to. I ask to touch his. He says yes as he immediately reaches for mine.We sit quietly as we touch and explore each other hard cocks. Rubbing and stroking. We have now made a connection. By now we are both rock hard. Precum is glistening from his mushroom head. I dab my finger and put it on my tongue. I move slowly off the couch and I spread his legs open. I bring my mouth to the head of his perfect cock and run my tongue over and in the slit extracting more of his wetness. I lick and suck the head. Monroe was Peter Grant's bodyguard. He had been a former professional football player and his six foot five inch frame held two hundred and sixty pounds of solid muscle. He guarded Grant twenty-four hours a day, keeping his employer from any harm. As a nightclub operator in Los Angeles, Grant had made many deadly enemies as well as friends. He and his wife knew the Kelly's intimately."No, Martin, never him. He's too big, he'd kill me!" Do you mean to say I'm not as big as he is. Have I ever. He hears;"No, no, the bag, I want to kiss her!"You can thank Al G. for this item, very educational!Will Canada Build a Wall ... You Bet...The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols to stop the illegal American immigration. The Republican presidential primary campaign is prompting an exodus among left leaning citizens who fear they'll soon be required to hunt, pray and live according to the U.S..