As tough and hard as the man was, his company had not been unenjoyable.“Rest up for the next day or two,” Smythe said, suddenly much more friendly..., jovial even. “Then you will move on. Elaina taught you to walk, and I have taught you to run. Now, you must learn the Truth.”Aran heard the capital clearly. “The Truth, Master?”Smythe offered nothing more on the subject. “Come! We have worked hard these last months, which means we have earned a drink, lad!” He sheathed Lightbringer and strode from. The fire growing between my legs was too much for my fingers to handle. “Fuck this!” I yelled. I decided to stop by my local “Toy Store.” I would just have to be sneaky and hide my precious plaything from my boyfriend. No use in upsetting him. I love him and to be honest I don’t think I could live without his succulent cock. Just thinking about how good it feels inside me had me dripping like a leaky faucet. I pulled into the “Fascinations” parking lot, a gigantic smile drawn on my face, my. The radio was playing the refrain of a Mary Chapin Carpenter song, I Take My Chances.Now I can cry until I laugh and laugh until I crySo cut the deck right in half, I'll play from either sideI take my chances, I pay my dollar and I place my betI take my chances, I take my chances every chance I getI take my chances, I don't cling to remorse or regretI take my chances, I take my chances every chance I getI take my chancesThe meaning of that refrain grabbed me even as I was wiping a tear from my. We still have a lot of common interests as well as a few that are singular to each of us, which get us out and about away from each other.I’m 6’ tall, fairly fit with blue eyes and a generally happy countenance; Jess is about 5’ 4” and the term most guys would use is buxom. She’s a bundle of curves, slightly, though not grossly, overweight with large 36 DD boobs and often gets admiring glances from men of all ages. Our sex life is pretty good too if a little samey these days. Jess orgasms.