"You got to choose the dress, so I get to pick out the bikini," I said."You're not going to buy me anything else." I insist that you accept." I insist...that we pass up the bikini," she said with an air of defiance."Hold that pose. You're the sexiest girl I've ever known. You're cute, too." I am? I mean, do you really think I'm sexy?"I nodded, smiled, and won her over. She let me pick out a skimpy bikini and a matching see-through beach robe. It was twelve-thirty when we sat down to have lunch.. " she gasped. "Please..."End call. Redial.The front doorbell rang.Jocelyn dropped the phone and ran to the apartment door, rushed into thehall and peered out the peep-hole.A homeless guy?That's what it looked like. He wasn't big, or menacing, but even in thepoor light, she could see he had a scraggly beard and scruffy clothes.She turned the outside light on.He was cradling a woman in his arms. Her hair was the same as Sharon's."Shit!!"She fumbled with the lock and got the door open."Jocelyn?". I felt its juiciness. I started to rub it from outside and she was moaning softly. She opened her eyes and I could see the lust in them. It was the first time I saw someone that way. She started removing my button and unzipping my jeans.She got to my underwear and grabbed my dick from the outside with her hand. My 6 inches was crying to get out and she whispered in my ears how long and thick it was. My dick hadn’t been that hard my entire life. I was in heaven just by her touch.She got it out. I would be interested in maybe trying a personal story forsomeone is the price was right but that's as far as I would likely go.I mentioned I write "professionally" and let me tell you that theWriters Guild is getting cheaper by the year! If I divide the very hardwork I have been doing for the past three years on my latest project,which gives me ulcer problems and endless sleepless nights and clogs mydays with shit I'd rather not deal with that is simply the deal withwriting. That is the.