Come on it." Andrea appeared from behind the counter and puther arm around me. "How did you know my name?" I asked."Uh...hello." Andrea tapped on my c...hest. I looked down and saw my nametag from the restaurant still on my chest. "Sorry. I guess I should have known." She led me straight back to one of the sinks. I sat down and leaned backas she turned on the water. She used the sprayer as she ran her fingersthrough my hair. "Your hair's really long. When did you say your lasthaircut was?" Nine. He lives only a few blocks away. I walk in...As tall as me. Olive / white skin. Chubby Hairy Daddy Bear. Glasses. Cute.We sit in the front room and I light a joint. We puff it once before clothes start coming off. I show him my freshly shaved legs and asked if I shaved all the way to my ass. Of course I do and he wanted to see. I strip completely and turn my ass in front of his face while he sits on the couch. He touches and spanks my ass. Then he stands up and takes his pants off. OH MY GOD,. I was thrusting up and in and I could see waves of passion wash across her hot, red face. We fucked for four hours that night before I came.Soon after, I came back in the day, as she had instructed me about her days off. When I got there, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. She wanted me in her bedroom. I was rock hard as we kissed passionately and she got on all fours and took my cock into her warm mouth. Oh wow can’t explain how hot she was n couldn’t control myself She blew. Expressionism: Excrement comes and goes.Family gathering: Relatives are shit.Fascism 1: Shit won’t happen if we kill everybody that’s different.Fascism 2: Shit makes the trains run on time.Fatalism: Oh shit, it’s going to happen!Feline-ism: Shit happens ... bury it.Feminism 1: This shit happened before, and WE won’t clean it up!Feminism 2: Shit isn’t funny.Feminism 3: Why does shit only happen to women!?Feminism 4: Put the seat back down, you little shit.Feminism 5: Men are shit.Fetishism 1: I.