This is the one she thought, as she tried to fall asleep. On the third date she decided the she would let all of her feminine charm hang out. She had ...only been with a few boys back home and had never experienced the passions that they had that night. Jen had never been so exhausted from making love as he had shown her what is was to really be a woman. Their passion for each other grew and finally he asked her to marry him and she accepted. Their wedding was huge and her family was surprised by. " Well, it's not as if you and I were old-time lovers or something," I protested. "I mean, I may have had certain designs on you, all the way back to high school, but we barely knew each other's names, in those days." That's true," she said, "but, now, you know so much -- about me. You know about the Penthouse pictorial, and I told you myself, you and Herm and his wife, about the other pictures." But Shirley, isn't that a good thing? The fact that we know about those things? Were you intending. Looking up for help, she noticed a tall muscular man with dark features. He started coming towards her to help her up. "He's the one," she thought to herself as he helped pull her off the ground. "Thank you," she said to him, still gripping onto his masculine arm. He looked nervously around before whispering to her, "I think your ass hanging is out of your dress." Annie, instead of being embarrassed, saw the opportunity. "Want to see more?" she asked him. He didn't answer, merely grinned. ‘What’s wrong my love? Have you never seen a man playing with himself?’ She laughed. ‘Of course I have, but it’s just that I always dreamed of watching you do that….I’ve dreamt of watching your face as you cum for what seems like forever now…’ He sat up and then laid his body back down on the opposite end of the sofa. ‘Then let me show you what I like…..’ He closed his eyes and settled his head on the sofa, as he continued to stroke himself, up and down. When his grip reached the tip of his.