I removed her spaghetti. Her big melons were struggling in the red plunge neck bra. I licked down her neck and kissed her underarms.S – Wow. This fe...els so niceMe – This is the trailer, baby. I will show you heaven tonight.As I started biting her cleavage, she became wilder. She started to press me on top of her holding my ass. Her hands entered my pants and she started squeezing my ass.I removed her skirt. She was wearing a matching red panty. I bit her thighs and turned her over. Her panty. "She laughed and, after pouring herself a cup of coffee, took a seat across the table from me."I think I'm in love." Think?" You won't let me hedge at all, will you?" Not a bit." All right, I'm in love." Tell me about her." That will be difficult because I'm in love with two women, not one."Mother smiled broadly. "Well, well, this sounds more interesting than I anticipated. Tell me about one, and then the other." All right. Sandy is a novelist. I think you read her latest book. Sandy... ah. I don't think I had ever seen her reading one of those before, so I figured she must have been pretty hard up. My ex is a short, slightly plump woman. Many men today scoff at the curves she has in favor of the heroin waif look. Me, I prefer a woman without bones sticking out. It just looks unhealthy to me. She had long, blond curls, although her natural color was a dark red. She only colored the hair on her head, saying that anyone who saw any other hair she could be honest with. She normally. The funny thing is that we don't have to own him, as in limit him to us, because the more we push in the other direction the more he seems to want us. I tell that to Mila and she gets a real confused look on her face. It makes no sense to her. I also tell her that while he likes to look at all pretty women, he is pretty picky about who he will spend any time with in the bedroom. If the girl is not right, she is gone almost immediately. She wants to know what makes a girl right. I tell her it.