"I interrupted Joe again, "It is," I said.Bill and Joe both sat there with their mouths open. I never, ever mentioned family to anyone and these two g...uys knew me for years."Uncle Rob? You are Uncle Rob, are you not?" she asked."Please, Kaylee, let's go sit in another booth and talk. I figure you have a lot of questions you want answered."We headed to a booth way in the back where we wouldn't be disturbed. I asked her about the guy she was with and she mentioned that it was her fiancé. I told. As a man, he could not enter Saphique's domain. My lover's handsome face heartened me. He pushed back his flowing, dark-brown locks off his shoulders and marched towards me in his full plate. Unlike my armor, his covered his entire body. Mine showed off my flesh, my upper thighs and hips, my flat stomach, and my impressive cleavage."Angela," he grinned, inhaling boldy. "Don't you smell delicious?" All those virgin pussies I was anointed with," I grinned."What a pity they dedicated themselves to. With guys it is a completely different story. The only thing that makes me hot, the only way I am interested in pulling it out for another guy, is when I can force him to completely, totally humiliate himself in hopes of sucking me off. Call it primitive and evil, but completely emasculating the other guy, forcing him to admit his inferiority and then pushing the envelope as far as I feel like is what makes me hot.So back to Skip. Skip was an absolute prime target. His emails were completely. The Blonde invited the viewer into her perverse world now. She wagged her finger, long, long finger nails polished with red nail polish. The camera zoomed in on her eyes, and then led you to her gaze. The camera panned down the tall horse’s rear legs, from behind, the whole picture full of a massive pair of testicles!Trace was transfixed at the sight; she had leaned so far forwards in her chair that her tits, as heavy as they were flopped out of her thin weak Lycra dress. The melon sized, white.