This night they had decided to try romance on for size. They set the ground rules in advance, based on mutual interests discussed in the BBS and tenta...ively validated in person: dark, quiet atmosphere, a little alcohol to loosen up with, music but no band or dance floor. Robin liked to dance, but not in crowds. She liked to "get into it," she told him. An audience tended to put her over the edge, perhaps too much revealed on the first real date. Grayson seemed to accept that gracefully, once. Four months later, different girl, same situation, but that time I dropped to my knees and looked and said, "I don't see any run, but I do see what I would like for lunch," and then I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips. That time she was the one who walked away to the laughter.One thing that I quickly discovered is that women talk among themselves even worse than guys do. They compare everything about their husbands and boyfriends, from the clothes they wear to their cock size, but contrary. ” She reached over to a bedside cabinet and opens the top draw, reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was black and about six or seven inches long. She placed it alongside my cock. With a bit of a shock to her voice, said, “Bloody hell, Bob, your cock's longer than my vibrator, and frigging much fatter!” I asked, “Are you okay with it, you don’t have to… if you don’t want to?” She replied, “I’m going to get it in, don’t you worry about that.” She put the vibrator back and closed the. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head leaned back against the mirror. She said, as if she was saying it to herself,"I'm all yours, baby."I thought of that and smiled, as I reached up and massaged her breasts through her dress, making her moan. I felt her juices welling up inside of her and could feel that my pants were getting soaked from her fluids. I could feel myself about cum and so I told her,"I want you to swallow my cum, Kitten. Get on your knees for me."Pulling her off the counter I.