What? Oh, yeah. I _used_ to be a man - like you see me now. A dirty, grubby miner in a dirty, grubby, lawless boomtown in Colorado. Never struck i... rich. Never even had any companionship. All the rich guys, the ones who hit the mother lode, _they_ had all the women and stuff. I kind of figured that if I had some of that money, I'd get pretty irresistible myself. One day, after a long cold lonely winter, when I got falling-down drunk, I swore I'd sell my soul if I could be irresistibly. “Your old mom has her Sherlock moments too Will,” referring to how she had always described my ability to quickly figure things out. Sara came over and sat on the couch right next to me. “I talked to Sara after class and discovered that she was indeed the same girl and then I invited her to go out to eat with us tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”I was a little ashamed that my mom had to ask out a girl on a second date for me, but I was excited that I got to see Sara again. I reached over and. My wife had made sure before I left for my trip that I did not take any male underwear. I knew that all week I would be wearing only sexy panties. The next couple of nights, my wife and I enjoyed phone sex. She made sure I was stroking my cock through a pair of panties and catching my load in a glass. She teased me hard with all kinds of stories about sucking cock. She asked me each night what I would do if a man approached me very directly and asked me to suck his cock. Thinking my wife was. He limped back over to the fire and sat down heavily on a large log that served as a bench. He rubbed his thigh where the rock had hit him. It was late and he was tired.“Who would do that to a lion?” he asked.He was making reference to the head of a lion found impaled on a spike a hundred yards down the road from where they were camped. Under it was a sign that read, “The lion shall roar no more.” That, more than all of the other attacks, had sent a wave of terror through his army. The men had.