If you can do all that, then I’ll be yours for as long as you want me, but we have a long way to go before that day arrives. Can you handle that?”... She’d unconsciously slipped her hand into his, and felt him squeeze hers gently but insistently.“Yeah, I can handle that. The question is, can you handle a guy like me? Someone that really cares? Someone that’s wanted to be with you for so many years, and now has a chance to make his dream come true? I could get a little pushy on you. Promise me that. Ron Heller was large in every dimension, as broad as he was tall, and Icould smell his sweaty body from where I was standing on jelly likelegs."I'd be delighted to, Mrs Heller," I said in my husky, sexy voice."What?" She's going to give you a blow job, Ron." There is no way I'm having that fairy anywhere near me, get rid of it." We need to talk," said Mrs Heller, and marched her husband into heroffice. I could hear raised voices but not what was said. I went back tomy accounts, but I couldn't. Nice chest, strong arms, strong legs. She is looking at, what she is convinced is, a younger version of her father. He’ll do. Upon reaching her dorm, she asks, “Would you like to come up, Danny?”“Sure, if we can just find a parking space,” he answers nonchalantly. “That reminds me of this game we had last fall...”Does this guy ever shut the fuck up? The girl’s thoughts show something different on the outside when she smiles at him.All the way to the elevator, the self-aggrandizement continues.. For five more minutes, her hand touched my body, making inner thighs moist with anticipation.Then it happened, the way she was caressing me, I knew it would. Her fingers slid between my legs and gently prodded at my pussy. I groaned loudly and spread my legs for her. Her fingers slid over my pussy and I could feel her other hand gently pinch at my clit.I whimpered like a little school girl as Gina had her way with me. One hand pinched; rubbed and caressed at my clit as her other hand stroked.