Jennifer pretty much knows he hasn’t been, which is weird. But he can’t or won’t commit.With tears flowing some, finally admitting to this now,...Jennifer guesses that she keeps searching for someone like The Big Guy with whom she could engage intellectually and sexually. Someone interested in her enough to be around and not disappear. Someone who did want to make a commitment.But, instead, she just hooks up with guys when she is feeling horny and wants them gone with the crack of dawn. Or. “I am sorry, but we have not been formally introduced. My name is Janice Pittman, and that man over there with his finger inside of my friend, Midge, is my husband, Brad,” Jan said to Matt.“You seem to have already heard that my name is Matt,” said Matt in reply. “Matt Winstead; I am pleased to meet you formally at last, Mrs. Pittman. And let me take this opportunity to say that you are very beautiful. Mr. Pittman is indeed a very fortunate man to be able to enjoy that beauty regularly.”Jan. Fuck. Yes. Byron. Lick my…* His tongue slid up towards my clitoris. *Uh.* I shuddered as it briefly touched that engorged bud/ imagining a bolt of blue flames shocking out across my belly to my nipples. *Yeah. Lick me there. Lick my… lick my clit.* Byrons tongue swirled. My breasts rising and falling. Nipples hard. Red. My breath going wild. And then his fingers were inside me/ thrusting deep. *Shit yeah. Fuck me with you fingers.* I tightened my muscles around them/ remembered the feeling of. I then heard them slap there hands in a high five and Dr. Braxton yell switch. I was flipped over onto my back with my ass hanging over the edge of the desk. Dr. Braxton grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders and fingered my pussy. He looked at me and said you are ours now. I didn’t know what he meant, but I was sure that I would find out. He told me to spread my pussy lips out so I slid my hands down my stomach and spread them wide. He slapped my clit with the head of his cock. He.