Before I tell you about the Cock-Sucking class we attended this week, I want to apologize for a couple of  terse emails I sent to Jennifer. It’s not like they were really ugly and ♀ did say that given the information I had…or rather, didn’t have…she (♀) could understand how I jumped to the conclusion I did, but the fact is I was wrong and if I’d really thought about all of our interactions with Jennifer during the past year, I would have known my assumptions were wrong.

We dealt with it in emails and in person and she probably hasn’t given it another moments thought, but I felt the need to admit my mistake.

 

 

 

Even if you’re not a Lounge member, if you ever get the chance to attend one of Jennifer’s classes you really should. They are a lot of fun. The first thing she wanted to know was why each of us were there and what did we hope to learn. Most people were there to learn new skills and gain confidence. I was the only attendee who had never played with someone else’s penis before so my answer was a little different. We took the G-Spot class a few months ago so Cock-Sucking just seemed fair. Also, fluffing a Bull is a common theme in our pillow talk and if we ever do play with another man then having some idea about what to do would probably be a good thing.

 

 

Everyone picked a dildo and the first thing we learned was how to put on a condom with our mouth. Then while we were playing with a variety of lubes, Jennifer showed us a whole bunch…seriously, lots…of different hand-job techniques. Then all the things (and spots) to do with our tongues. She talked a lot about attitude and eye contact and building up the excitement and if you do it right then the actual sword-swallowing, jaw-aching, porn-star cock-sucking  just gets done near the end.

 

 

She talked about the hotness of telling your man where you want him to come…boobs, pussy, ass, face, mouth…The best way to swallow, how to deep-throat. She showed us an entire table-full of toys and gadgets that could be used to pleasure someones penis and she had lots of other suggestions as well. There was a lot of information. I was glad that ♀ was taking notes.

 

 

♀ hasn’t tried out any of her new skills yet and I am trying not to be a pest about that.  She did use the Wartenberg neurowheel we bought at the class and was quite pleased with how high I jumped when she rolled it over my most sensitive bits.

 

 

OK, there is one more thing I should tell you about. The condom on the dildo I was using broke and I admit I probably need some practice keeping my teeth off of the penis, but do you think it was really necessary for ♀ to say loud enough for everyone to hear, “OMG, you chewed that condom right off!”

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 I organized her bra drawer; two colourful rows of  over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders. One row has back-clasp followed by sports bra’s and the other row is split between front-clasp and strapless. A tad anal? No, not really. Now she can see what she has and really, that was the only way to get them all to fit. To be honest, they didn’t all fit. She put  a few in one of my drawers. The ones she doesn’t wear, but still thinks are pretty. She says I can wear them with my inserts so at least ‘we’ can enjoy them. The reality is I can’t remember the last time I got dressed-up so we don’t really get to enjoy them, but they are pretty.

 

I’m no better. My panty drawer is so full I have to put some in my sock drawer. That’s the trouble with both of us having a weakness for lingerie. It’s very difficult to restrain ourselves.

 

We were in a department store a couple of weeks ago. We’d found whatever it was we’d gone in for and were on our way to pay when we happened to go past the lingerie department and of course they were having a sale. ♀ said that for every two pair of panties I bought, I had to get rid of three from my drawer. I asked if the same rule applied to her bra purchases?

 

Ummm, no.

That doesn’t sound fair.

I have the boobies so I make the rules. If you don’t like it we can just leave.

 

I bought four pair and I tossed out six old pairs of panties when we got home.

 

…you look at this picture and all you can think about is what are those pretty things on her feet called and where can I buy them?

 

 

It’s Her birthday, but don’t tell Her i told you.  k?

Can you believe it’s been more than 3 months since ♀ hurt her shoulder? Even with physio-therapy and lots of exercises it’s only at about 60% mobility. If she starts slacking off on either for any length of time her range of motion drops and her discomfort goes up. She’d used up all the available visits on her extended medical and wanted to save the visits left on my plan for when it got really bad (she was also frustrated with the lack of progress). So she hadn’t been to physio in a couple of weeks.  My parents have given us a sunset kayaking excursion for ♀ her birthday (July 25) and I’ve been fretting about how her shoulder will hold up to that. So ♀ agreed to back to physio last week.

 

The physio office is at the back of a fair-sized sports complex. It was a nice day so we decided to walk to her appointment (about 40 minutes). There’s a pub in the complex and the plan was I’d go have lunch while she was getting done and than we’d take the scenic route back home and go through the local farmers market.

 

She went into her appointment, I went to go to the pub and it was closed. I wandered through the sports complex and the only thing going on was a kids hockey practise. I didn’t really want to sit inside for an hour so I bought a bottle of water, went back outside and found a picnic table in the shade. I’d been sitting there for less then 10 minutes when four very attractive young women arrived, stripped down to their itty-bitty bikini’s and started a beach volley-ball practise right beside where I was sitting.

 

I was so happy I called Junior just to tell him what was happening. We’ve both driven past there hundreds of times and neither of us had ever seen anyone using that court before. He suggested maybe I’d been out in the sun to long. The camera on my phone is broken, but I held it up so he could hear them. We agreed it was a very fine day and he suggested I buy a Lotto ticket on the way home.

 

You know what made it even better?  When ♀ finished her appointment and found me (You’re done already?? Are you sure??) and I told her what had happened, she was genuinely happy for me. I love being married to ♀.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Snippets of conversation  following our most recent visit to the Libido Lounge…

 

Lord Batsu is like a big cuddly teddy-bear. He’s just so yummy. His hands are huge. Did you see his hands? Did you see how he grabbed that rope and lifted me up? When that rope started rubbing against my clitty…wow. If we’d been allowed to play tonight, I so would have let him do me. I’m sorry, that’s probably the last thing you want to hear about.

Are you kidding me? That’s exactly what I want to hear about.

It just feels weird talking to my husband about another man.

It’s a turn-on to hear you talking like a ‘hot-wife’.

Me a hot-wife? Yeah, right.

That’s what they call a woman who cuckolds her husband.

Are you making that up?

No, it’s the truth and the men she has sex with are called ‘Bulls’.

What if she has sex with other women? You can’t call them ‘Bulls’.

I think that’s just called ‘Hot’.

 

I can’t imagine how people have affairs.

What do you mean?

Well, say we were just a normal couple…

We’re not?

Ok, say we weren’t Lounge members. I’d met Lord Batsu a couple of times. He’d seen me naked. He’d played with my boobs and nibbled on my neck…say we’d done everything we’d done tonight, only it wasn’t at the Lounge and you didn’t know about it. I’m so wound-up and turned-on right now…I can’t imagine how I could keep that hidden from you. I can’t imagine being so disconnected from my partner that he couldn’t tell something was up. 

 

Do you think once you cross that bridge and actually have sex with someone else it’ll make it easier to have sex with other people or do you think you’ll only have sex with him until you’ve had enough and then look for someone else…including me, of course?

If and when I have sex with someone else it’s not going to be an ‘affair’ so I think once I start this, as long as I’m attracted to someone it’ll make it easier to have sex with them. By the way did you see Lord Batsu’s hands…what makes you think I’m going to be having sex with you anymore?

 

Did you like it more when I was sitting right next to you or when I watched from a distance?

Even when you weren’t right there, I knew you were watching. He seemed different when you were sitting beside me, but that may have just been because less of me was accessible right then.  As far as what I enjoyed more…I can’t really say for sure.

 

Was there anybody else there that you were attracted to?

Was there anybody else there at all?  His hands were so big and meaty.  I bet he has a nice thick cock. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t keep talking about him. Ummm, Lisa’s attractive and she seemed nice. I might be able to fool around with her.

Really?

I didn’t say I would. I said ‘might’. She seemed nice. I could talk with her. I think we’d have things in common. I liked her husband as well, but I didn’t get to talk to him as much. They seemed like a couple we could even just socialize with outside of the Lounge.

So let me get this straight…you could have sex with another man just because he’s attractive, but in order to have sex with a woman she’d need to be attractive and you’d need to be able to connect with her on other levels?

I didn’t say I’d have sex with women, but yes there would need to be more.

Why?

I can lust after a man. His big hands and thick cock. It’s primal. I can appreciate an attractive woman…a pretty girl…the female form is a beautiful thing, but I don’t lust for it. There would just need to be more of a reason for me to be with her.

 

I can’t believe how quickly you come when I talk about fucking Lord Batsu.

 

Maybe you should get your own Fetlife account.

Facebook already takes up to much of my time. Besides, Fetlife is for kinksters and I’m not kinky, you are.

Whatever you say ‘Hot-Wife’. You should at least have your own Lounge/kink hot-wife email account.

Ok, I’ll do that, but I want control over who has it. Tell people if they want my email they can ask nicely in the comments or send an email to sweatshopsissy@gmail.com and I’ll decide who to give it out to.

Will you share your correspondence with me?

Maybe.

 

We should talk about boundaries…when and where and who…

I’ll only play if you are there.

What if you’d played with someone while I was there. You could arrange to meet him (or her) at another play party that I didn’t attend and just tell me about it later.

There are lots of  people at parties so there’s no guarantee that other people wouldn’t join in. When you & I joined the Lounge we agreed that we were doing this for ‘us’. If we start going to things alone then it’s not about ‘us’.

You could just tell people I’d been a bad sissy and had to stay at home to clean bathrooms.

You’re right. I could, but I want people at the Lounge to see that we are a strong and devoted couple. Even if I make you sit in the corner all night and another man (or woman) fucks my brains out, at the end of the night I’m with you. I want people to see how connected we are. I don’t want there to ever be any doubt about who we are or why we’re there.

Is there anything you would consider going to by yourself?

I might go to a gender-specific event like Dirty Girls. Deviant Dining would probably be OK. I might go to Wrestling Babes because you’ll be at work…stuff like that.

If we got to know someone really well would we ever consider not using condoms.

No. That needs to be a firm rule. I know you want to lick another man’s cum out of my cunt, but that’ll just have to remain a fantasy.

 

Have you emailed him yet?

No.

Why not?

I don’t know what to say.

Tell him how much you enjoyed Friday night. Tell him how horny you are for him.  Tell him you need a ‘real’ man. Ask him when you can get together again.

That makes it sound to much like I want to have an affair or I’m desperate.  I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

He’s happily married. He knows this is just play.

I want it to just sort of happen…you know…naturally.

*heavy sigh*

I think he’ll tell us about  Lounge events he’s going to attend and ask if we can meet him. He also said he hosts events of his own and maybe he’ll invite us to one of those.

When you stop and think about it, I am seriously twisted. Most men would be having doubts if they could really go through with watching another man fuck his wife. I’m disappointed that it’s not happening fast enough.

 

Can you help me pick out an HNT picture?

Is that all of them?

I guess so.

None of them really do it justice.  You were much more purple before. Maybe I should beat you again.

Just for a better HNT picture? I don’t think I like that idea.

Lisa, Lord Batsu & I all had a go at you…who do you think did the most damage?

Probably Lisa, that Dragon’s Tongue had a bite to it.

 

Did I mention that I’m really quite fond of Lord Batsu’s hands?

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

♀ got a text message from the 6 week old grandbaby the morning of Deviant Dining, ‘I miss you Grandma. Come to my house for a BBQ tonight.’  In case you were wondering, we were going to take sweet & sour pork with fresh pineapple to the Lounge.

 

However, we did make it to our 3rd (or 4th?) Exploratorium the following night. After we’d checked in, Jennifer took us aside to talk about the Jack & Jill post I wrote last week. She didn’t slap the back of my head, but she did say that negotiations to play were happening all the time, but it’s almost always more subtle than someone coming up and saying, ‘wanna fuck?’  She said that there had definitely been overtures towards us.

♀ said, “well, maybe.”

Jennifer said, “No. Not ‘well maybe.’” She’s been doing this a long time and she knew for a fact that lots of people had shown interest, especially in ♀.  She told us not to get discouraged, that as we get more experienced we’ll pick up on those cues and that’ll lead to more open flirting and that’ll lead to…where ever.

 

After Jennifer’s pep talk we checked out the list of the available stations. ♀ picked out two for each of us (to start) and told me to sign us up while she hung out in the social area. Do you remember me telling you that ♀ had tried caning a few months ago? Well, the big and beefy Lord Batsu was there with his sticks. I reintroduced myself and told him ♀ was looking forward to getting caned again. I also told him that it would be a good thing for all concerned if he became more…familiar with her. He said he thought that sounded like a good idea and he strode off to get her. Less then a minute later he was walking back to his booth, ♀ was skipping (seriously) behind him and all her clothes were falling off. I sat behind them to watch the 15 minute session. It was hard to tell if the caning was any more intense than the last time, but when he switched sizes and rubbed baby powder on her he’d stroke the sides of her breasts and down the crack of her ass and her inner thighs. When the session was over and she stood up they shared a long embrace and he kissed her.

 

She put her skirt and top back on (no bra or panties) and came back to me, glowing. Lord Batsu caught my eye and gave me the thumbs up.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Hell, yes.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t spread your legs more.”

“I didn’t want him to smell how horny he was making me.”

 

Uncle M came over to talk to us. He wanted to tie up ♀. She told him she hadn’t recovered from the torn rotator cuff.  She asked if he could tie her without putting strain on her shoulder (it’s only about 50%). Uncle M told her to wait there, he’d bring his ropes to her. While she was getting tied I went over to talk to Lord Batsu. He hasn’t read our blog so I told him about us, where we’re at in our development and the direction we think we might like to go in…specifically cuckolding. On one level  all that really matters is Her attraction to a prospective Bull, but Lord Batsu seemed to understand that my comfort level is important as well. Even if it’s way below the surface. We had a very good 10 minute conversation not just about ♀ & I, but who he is and his experience and how he could help us move forward.

 

Our talk was cut short when Uncle M came over to tell Lord Batsu there was a ‘Damsal in Distress’ at the next table. ♀ hands and ankles were bound and joined. If she’d tried to stand up, she’d have been hunched over, but just sitting there she looked quite comfortable. Lord Batsu went over to her, laid her on her back and pulled her top down exposing her breasts. He spent the next 10 minutes  squeezing her breasts, pinching, licking sucking her nipples. He slid his hand as far up her inner thighs as the rope would allow.  He lifted her up with the rope in one hand and spanked her ass hard with the other. When he was done he sat her up, left her breasts exposed and told her not to move. He wanted to be able to see her while he was caning the next person.

 

I brought her some water and a snack and sat next to her on the table. Half naked, glowing, excited, enthusiastic…all made ♀ very approachable. Lots of men and women were stopping by or hanging around where she was. Even my obtuse self I could see there were lots of opportunities to flirt or put out feelers for another time.

 

Lord Batsu finished his caning session, walked up and told (not asked) that he was going to fondle my wife. I stayed sitting right besides her, he went behind and grabbed a breast in each of his big hands and started playing with them again. He nibbled on her neck and I don’t know about him, but I could sure smell how horny she was.

 

The guy doing the Mummification booth came over and said I was up next. I hadn’t signed up for that. I told him it was much to warm to get wrapped in plastic. ♀ said maybe I’d sweat off some of my Buddha belly, so off I went. Sir Stephen wrapped me from my shoulders to my ankles in shrink wrap. He was just putting ice down my back and front when ♀ (now untied) and her new best friend came over to join the fun. Sir Stephen and Lord Batsu laid me on my back and ♀ started pinching all my sensitive spots, then she tickled my feet. They rolled me over and Lord Batsu gave  her an impromptu lesson on how how to use some of his toys on my backside while (I assume) he resumed playing with her breasts.

 

By the time Sir Stephen cut me free I truly was a sweaty sissy. ♀ was at Jennifer’s booth about to get introduced to Cupping. If you’re not familiar with this, it’s cups in various sizes that are placed on the skin and then the air is sucked out. Picture a really intense hickey. Apparently if it’s done on the clit it can get big enough to fuck with like a little cock. Jennifer concentrated on ♀ breasts. Her nipples can get very sensitive. So much so that sometimes even wearing a bra hurts. I was surprised that she could take it as long as she did. Lord Batsu came over and helped Jennifer pull them off. Then he grabbed her nipples and pulled them hard. If she’d been wearing panties…she’d have creamed them.

 

Then it was my turn to get cupped. ♀ is rough with my nipples so I enjoyed those being cupped. The end of my penis wasn’t as unpleasant as when she zapped it with electricity at our first Exploratorium, but holy-mother-of-god when she cupped one of my balls…fuck that hurt.

 

Next, ♀ wanted Lisa to slap me around for a while. I think her booth was called ‘Crops & Bats’.  She used a variety of owwwy things on my chest, inner-thighs, shoulders, back, and ass while ♀ watched. The most painful thing she used was called the Dragons Tongue (I think) it was this tiny little thing and ♀ said later it didn’t even look like Lisa was using much force with it, but wow…it really had a bite to it.

 

Once she was done and her handi-work had been admired the three of us had a really nice chat. I hadn’t realized that Uncle M’s assistant for the evening (Bondage Masters don’t untie the ropes) was Lisa`s husband. So we talked about their relationship and where kink fits for them. We also talked about how ♀ is a Top out of necessity. She sometimes gives me permission to top, but that’s not really the same thing. When we joined the Lounge bottoming wasn’t even on the radar for ♀, but she admitted that she’s enjoyed some of what she’s tried.

 

We watched a few more people get used and abused before things wrapped up for the night. ♀ made a point of being next to me at the end. We held each other, touched, kissed, reconnected. It was all good. I’ll write a post for Half-Nekkid Thursday this week and talk about what we’ve been talking about since Exploratorium.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: we donated a toilet paper holder to the Lounge, but it’s not quite as stylish as this one.

One day last week three people sent me three different emails about panties.  Only one of those people knows that I really like panties.

I don’t like these. I think they totally miss the point…yes yes, I know the ‘point’ goes in that silly little tube. What I mean is that tube makes them not ‘girly’ and that’s the whole point (for me at least) to want to wear pretty panties. Well, that and the fact that ♀ tossed out all of my man undies. I could maybe sort of see it if the tube was the same colour and fabric and held my junk in a pretty package or maybe if  it was made out of hard plastic so it could act as a kind of cock cage, but the way it is now doesn’t appeal to me in the least.

 

 

The next email was about Shreddies, the flatulence filtering underwear. Apparently it uses an activated carbon cloth that filters odors. The only reason I’m mentioning it here is the day we were driving home from our little holiday and it took 6.5 hours instead of 3.5 hours…well, I don’t know what ♀ had been eating at her dad’s house, but holy doodle she could have used some carbon filtering. And, yes she will kick my sorry ass for telling you that.

 

The third ‘panty’ email was a forward…

 

A frustrated wife buys a pair of crotchless panties in an attempt to spice up her dead sex-life.
She puts them on, together with a short skirt and sits on the sofa opposite her husband.
At strategic moments she uncrosses her legs … enough times till her husband says…

“Are you wearing crotchless panties?”
“Y-e-s,” she answers with a seductive smile.

“Thank God for that… I thought you were sitting on the cat.

 

 

 

And the final panty offering tonight comes from Slip of a Girl.  She didn’t actually email me this, but she probably just forgot…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ & I went to our very first Jack & Jill event at the Lounge last Monday night. Here’s the basic gist of  it: Forty five minute long moderated discussion & social time followed by masturbation play in all it’s beautiful forms.

 

Remember I told you about our first Play Party and how I had troubles performing?  ♀ thought that maybe inserting a large chunk of cold hard steel before we went would help me focus.

There were 25-30 people attending. I think about half arrived as couples. There were a few more men than women. I’m guessing about half of the attendees we’d met or at least seen at other functions. The topic of discussion was ‘if you could have no-strings-attached sex with a celebrity who would it be and why?’  There were a lot of great answers ranging from Queen Elizabeth the First to Mr. Dressup. ♀ picked Mike Holmes, the Holmes on Homes guy because he’s big & beefy and he can fix anything. I picked….well, I’d like a do-over. I should have picked Mae West because she was confident and beautiful and she oozed sex appeal. Also, the  first play she produced was called Sex and the billboards advertising the show declared Mae West is Sex.

 

After the discussion the lights were turned down, the music was turned up, Jason put a porn on the projector and everyone spread out around the lounge. ♀ got up on a gyno table and after we’d made out for awhile I sat on a stool between her legs. I licked and nibbled then gave her the silver bullet to use on her clit and I started fucking her with her glass dildo. It didn’t take ♀ long to have her first orgasm of the night.

 

We switched places and ♀ tried to get me excited. She licked and sucked and bit and pinched and tugged on my plug, but nothing happened. I watched the other couples playing in our vicinity.  I watched the porn that filled an entire wall behind us. Jennifer & Jason had a long, loud fuck session right beside us. Nothing. We took a break and had a snack. We tried another more isolated location. Nothing.

 

There are times when one or the other doesn’t get off and that’s just life. We try not to blame ourselves and it’s usually not a big deal. However, on this night even though she was trying really hard, I couldn’t even get an erection much less have an orgasm. She started getting frustrated and saying things like, I bet someone else could get you excited.  I knew that wasn’t the case at all and we both started feeling like we’d disappointed the other.

 

I pleaded with her not to let it get us off track and suggested we wander around and just watch all that was going on. Lots of people were playing; some by themselves, some with a friend or two. The Sybian was in use as were several Hitachi‘s. There was certainly no shortage of people and activities to watch. At another part of the Lounge there were two large futons side by side.  With Jennifer’s encouragement, ♀ joined 5 other women. They all lay on their backs with their legs open towards a group of guys on futons across from them. The idea was the women would see who (among the women) could have an orgasm the quickest while the guys watched and stroked themselves.  The women all started laughing so hard that Jennifer was the only one who came. It was fun to watch. After that finished, ♀ came over to where I was sitting. I licked and fingered her while she played with her clit and she had a second orgasm. There were several people close by, but I don’t know if anyone really paid much attention to us.

 

That pretty much sums up the description of our first Jack & Jill experience. Did we have a good time?  I know that ♀ sees my total lack of physical excitement as proof that I didn’t have a good time. Even if she was able to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault (very hard for her to do by the way) than obviously (in her mind anyway) the event itself  is to blame.  If you read this post from earlier this week you know that we’re still able to have intense love-making sessions.  Her question was, If you can’t have an orgasm at the Lounge than what’s the point of going?

 

Well, I really like going to the Lounge. It has a fun sexy atmosphere, the activities are always different, Jennifer’s enthusiasm and positive attitude is contagious, the people we’ve met have been very nice, we’ve never felt judged or looked down on, we get to wear pretty things out of the house, we get to see other people wearing pretty things, we get to see nakedness and sexiness, many of the people and activities we’ve seen have been incorporated into our pillow-talk and on and on the list goes.

 

If you’ve been reading SSS for awhile you’ll know that it’s not a big surprise that  I have trouble performing in public. I can’t even pee in public, hell, I can’t even pee in front of ♀.  However, I’ve been thinking that this inability could be used for something positive. I think it lends itself very well to cuckolding. Look, my limp-dicked sissy of a husband can’t satisfy me. I need someone who can.

 

♀ is, in theory, open to the idea. At this point in our development she can imagine that scenario happening with men easier than with women, but she hasn’t ruled out that possibility. Who knows what the future holds, right?  The problem is how do we take that first step? So far we have been completely passive as far as any kind of sexual interaction with other members goes. I think we both thought people would be approaching us and that hasn’t happened. To be honest, I haven’t seen very much of that sort of thing going on with anyone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not. Subtleties in general are not my strong point.  If that is a direction we’re really ready to go in than I think we’re going to need to be more proactive. I can hear Jennifer, well, duh.  It is really intimidating though. Now I can see Jennifer rolling her eyes.  It’s hard because we don’t have the skills or experience (yet) to find or arrange something we’ve never done before or are even 100% sure is a good idea. This is where Jennifer slaps the back of my head.

 

I’m still on holidays so we’re going to Deviant Dining and Exploratorium later this week. We don’t have a problem socializing at those events and I think it might be easier to talk to people about the possibility of playing there rather than trying to approach people at actual play events.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

from my inbox…

A young man moved out from home and into a new apartment all his own. He went proudly down to the lobby to put his name on his mailbox.
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While there, an stunning young lady came out of the apartment next to the mailboxes, wearing only a robe.
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The boy smiled at the young woman and she started up a conversation with him.
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As they talked, her robe slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact.
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After a few minutes, she placed her hand on his arm and said, ‘Let’s go to my apartment, I hear someone coming.’
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He followed her into her apartment; she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her robe to fall off completely.
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Now nude, she purred at him, ‘What would you say is my best feature?’
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Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, ‘It’s got to be your ears.’
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Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, ‘My ears?!?!?”
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Look at these breasts; they are a full 38 inches and 100% natural.
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I work out every day and my ass is firm and solid. I have a 28 inch waist. Look at my skin – not a blemish anywhere.
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How can you think that the best part of my body is my ears?’
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Clearing his throat, he stammered ….
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‘Outside, when you touched my arm and said you heard someone coming, that was me……’

 

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