“Don’t forget dancing, kissing, and fucking Michael?” And she reached down and lightly touched my manhood, “I adore being with a man who is not intimidated or turned off by my exuberance. I’ve never made love like that before. I like it slow and gentle too, though, and getting my pussy licked, by you.” “You know, Honey, after experiencing your exuberance, first hand, I desire you more than ever. I’ll give it to you any way you want it, after that amorous and salacious blowjob, and the stockings way you use your hair while sucking on my cock. It is a diametric contrast when you dress conservatively in a silk blouse and modest skirt, and definitely with your hair up, You instinctually comport yourself as a Lady. As ex-military I know. It’s in your bearing and posture. Not that you won’t stand up for yourself as you demonstrated when you slapped me. You were practically naked. You’re a little spitfire, and still, I can’t imagine you saying fuck, let alone any profanity in public.” “Thank you, and you never will, although, “Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” So said, Mark Twain, and add literature to our list of what we have in common. We can attend the theatre together, and you will fit in just fine with my book discussion groups. How did you know they were South Sea Pearls I was wearing?” “There is a story regarding white pearls. I heard it from an honest man who sold me a necklace of them. He said when God cast Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden, their tears became pearls.” “I never heard that story. My Grandmother called them mermaid tears. The pearl earrings were originally my great-grandmother's and passed down until they came to me. There is something special about wearing jewelry with a history. Take estate jewelry; I believe they have a small part of the essence, of the woman who wore them that adds to their luminescence. All the good qualities, the love, and the joy shared of the doggystyle woman who wore the jewelry to be passed on and shared.” I was thinking; ‘Mary is a woman after my own heart. She will treasure any gift I gave her, no matter how big, or how small.’ “How do you Brunette feel about motorcycles? Do you want to be my biker babe, and ride with the wind in babe your hair?” “Do you have a scoot?” blowjob She asked, “I assumed those days were behind you?” “Scoot? “No, No, I stockings want it to be Brunette someone special.” Brittany and I struggled a bit to talk -- there were a lot of moans and grunts intermingled with our words. Carol wanted to chat with me about Belinda, so I went over to the glass door to chat with her. I’d love to get to know you better doggystyle while the night is still young.” As his moans became more spasmodic, he warned me, “I’m gonna cum!” I’m sure he expected me to take my mouth away, but I didn’t. Soon, jet after jet of his juices were filling my mouth. Yet he could do nothing to control it, or blowjob stop his body from responding to stimulus. He could not believe it, the machine had actually worked! I couldn’t see my own nose, much less my wings, but I could feel them. I totally agreed with this and so we set the date for the following Saturday night. She slipped her body down under the covers and sucked my dick into her mouth. It was time to make my son into a man. After a few minutes, Harry returned. She gave her butt a wiggle babe and walked towards her bedroom. Michael was looking at Erica and Laura in a new way; part arousal, part contempt, part guilt. “Tagged, you little shit!” I cackled, palming his horror-stricken face. “That redacted information is a huge problem, no one should have that much of a redaction on that small of a file.” Then she started to laugh softly to herself when she realized how stupid her reaction had been. I always felt guilty doing that. “Ah, they’re here.” But I didn't have to stop giving a shit when it happened.