I came home one day following a very bad day at work. Louise asked me how my day went and I told her. The problem was that I made it sound worse than ...it really was and when Louise wanted to know why I hadn't done this, or done that I just shrugged my shoulders and forgot about it - but Louise didn't.I began to get suspicious when Louise started working late two or three days a week. She had been at that job for twelve years and had never before had to work late in the evenings. What made me. I moved in to start sucking his cock again, but was startled as he instead seized my shoulder, effortlessly lifting me to my feet as he clucked his tongue.“Ah ah ahhh... you got to have a go at my cock, now I demand some time with those spectacular breasts.”Before I could protest (not that I would have, mind you,) he had me backed up to the bar, crouching a bit so that he could begin to paint my tits with his tongue. The darkness outside gave me a perfect reflection from the window, I watched. Now Trace was a big guy, he stood 6'5" and weighed 250 lbs. There was very little fat on him, Trace had worked hard all his life and it had paid off in a muscular body, he was a lineman on the football team at Louisiana Tech, worked on offshore oilrigs for several years and owned a farm now. He enjoyed doing the working things a farmer does. He was in pretty good shape.Shania looked him over, big guy, what you would call ruggedly handsome, but looked like he had a good idea, she pulled her. "Hello Carla, what can I do for you?" I need to talk to you Walter. There are a few things you need to know about me before we get anymore intimate." I shaved your pussy and dove into it head first, we aren't going to get much more intimate than that Carla." You know what I mean Walter, before we start dating and you get romantic with me. I just want you to know that you don't have to be nice to me to get the other women. I know that I'm not as pretty or slim as they are. I won't say anything.