He reached her, and asked if he could refresh her drink. As he walked away, she could not help but notice the way his tuxedo fit every muscle of his c...hiseled body. His back was a perfect V-shape as it descended into his hips. She noticed he walked with a bit of a swagger as if he were used to be watched by women. He returned with her drink, and leaning in close he asked her name. “Clarissa,” she replied. He said, “I am Steven.” He then leaned even closer and said to her, “I have never seen such. " Bollocks!" said Professor Potts-Johnson in his reedy and querulous tones. "And the full name of that one-horse arse hole of the universe is Little Sprodwell under Fosse - God help us all!" I beg your pardon, Professor, but I have this on the very best authority. The trouble with you locals is you can't see the wood for the trees. You are blind to the treasures to be found in your own back yard." Bollocks, if you will excuse the repetition, Professor! This particular shindig is as phoney and. I did what I did for the experience and the need for a change. The need for something different. Over the last year believe that I found whatever it was I was looking for. This is how it all began. January 1st, 2005 Dylan Montgomery sat, yet again, in bumper-to-bumper traffic going over the bridge into Manhattan. His suit jacket hung neatly on the hook in the back seat and he felt that his tie was getting tighter and tighter with each blare of a nearby horn. ‘For the love of GOD! Can we please. At that point I slid my finger into her wet warm hole and proceeded to finger her. After several minutes of that I pulled her shorts off to the side and started to tongue her. I was eating her sweet tasting cunt as I fingered until I felt her buck real hard and felt her hole spasm in orgasm around my finger. I slowed my pace down as she rode the waves back down.she than sat up and had me pull my cock out of my pants and proceeded to return the favor. About halfway through we heard the outer.