I have sold all types and styles of clothing and theone universal concept I have come across in this industry is that womenlove shopping for new cloth...es and men abhor it." What?" Eric said, as it was all the only response he could think of."Now I'm not saying that men don't want to look nice, of course," thewoman went on as if Eric hadn't said anything. "It's just that when itcomes to clothes they know what they want when they come in, they knowexactly what size to get, they find it, and then. Long hard, satisfying cock they made her happy. However, only one of them, my God, made her hair stand up and belt out the opera, Ava Maria. His name was Sasha.Sasha was a tremendously good looking man from Serbia. Tall with eight pack abs, and that sex v-cut in under the belly she loves so much. He was a big guy, muscular but not too muscular. Jet black short hair and grey eyes completed his sexiness. The cock? It was a long, thick beautiful tool of manliness without a stop button. . “Good slut, now do it again.” We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I had spit up all over his cock and balls. He would spit on my face or slap me when I got up for air. He then pushed me back and said “get on this couch and bend over.” I did, a little woozy from the mouth-fucking and he then moved behind me and, spreading my asscheeks, began to lick my ass. It felt good and I began to rub my pussy to relax my muscles, preparing for his big cock.“He then moved his cock near my ass and. My mind generates them on its own, little word plays that help take it off…what I want my mind taken off. Elizabeth is what I want my mind taken off. I’m sorry. It comes like a flood. Not about that night. No. That was funny in its way. I could tell she was concerned well before we pulled up. What I don’t want to think about is later, long later. I do things to forget, but it’s no good. That night there were leaves skittering across the streets and the street lights had that glittering quality.