I don't believe that I have such poor taste that I run around with stupid, ugly, slutty girls. All my girlfriends are beautiful, brainy, and loving in... their own way. Some of them might like to have their breasts touched. Others might not even want to kiss. But each one is beautiful and I respect and love her. That includes you, Liz. You are my girlfriend. Smart, beautiful, sensual, loving, kind, caring, a friend when I need one, wickedly funny, sexy as all get-out. I don't date dummies, Liz.. He had asked if he could stay here for the night and then meet with his family the next day and I said sure. I had not seen him in a good 5 years.When he got off the bus he was still wearing his overalls that keep his clothes clean and under them is a clean body, however, those overalls get you hot and sweaty too. So he asked if he could take a shower and get out of the work clothes and into something comfy and then we would go eat something and catch up with what has gone on in the last few. I was even more shocked than I was initially, but decided to play along, thinking this was a new game that she had come up with to put some pizzazz into our sex life. “I’m sorry, did you want something from me?”“Please, John, fuck me, pound me, spank me, abuse me, just give me some fucking dick!”Now I was flabbergasted. But my little head was starting to take control so I immediately dropped my shorts and started rubbing my right hand down her ass crack, over her little asshole, and onto her. Vincent, or Vinnie to his friends, loved laundry day. It was a time to relax, catch up on reading, and listen to music while the washing machines whirred in the background.He was tall and ruggedly handsome, with dark, almost Spanish features. In his five or so years of living alone, he always cherished his trips to the laundromat.Walking slowly from his house to the laundromat, he whistled a tune. In his little trolley, he had his laundry and detergent. Sitting on top of his washing was a book.