I matched with a few girls but the conversations were a dead end until I matched with Marissa.Marissa: He there what brings you to BumbleI thought how... simple that question is and the simple is usually better.Me: Just trying to find the one for meMe: I know it seems hard but you will never know unless you put yourself out thereMarissa: Same just trying to find a guy that wants me for my personality and not just use me for sexMe: I am not on here for sex right away, but later on I hope that comes. " So what does that make me? A Sasquatch, maybe?" Colin asked with a mock tone of hurt."You know what I mean!" he was corrected. "Besides, she can't have you, because you're mine." I am?" he debated her logic. "The last time I looked, slavery has been abolished. No one ownsanyone. All I want from life is the chance to be my own person. I thought you'd figured that out about me." So does that mean you don't really want me here?" BethAnn sounded hurt."I never said that," Colin corrected her.. Pulling both hands firmly down on his thick base, I began licking the underside of his shaft as I continued to squeeze it. Again I began rubbing the enormous cock head over my now parted lips, allowing my tongue to swirl the head and dart into the tiny slit. "Ah Frankie, your cock is so big and so beautiful, I moaned as I felt my pussy about to explode from the tongue lashing it was getting. His swollen knob glistened like a piece of wet leather, saturated with my salvia all over it as I. “That’s quick,” I thought, "Something wrong?" I was about to go upstairs when Sal came down. “I’m okay," she said, "Don’t look so worried! I’ve had a good cleanup. I’m a bit sore, but no real damage. I want another cup of tea, some more water and some toast. Then I’m going to have another bath, a real one, a long one, with all my oils and potions in it, I’ll be in there at least an hour and I DON’T want to be disturbed, sir.” she laughed. We drank tea, ate toast and chatted for half an hour..