I would much prefer to rub my tits against those of another soft female and feel her ruby lips as they danced on my skin.I recently read an excellent ...story by a bi woman, about two women, neighbors, having sex. The descriptions were so vivid that my cock was soon hard as a rock and the end was leaking pre-cum, making a wet spot in my pants. I had to free it and do what was necessary to relieve the stress. The imagery of two women fucking with dildos, licking the other's pussy and slipping. Think about all thatbody hair on you. You're about to feel what it's like to have all thehair on your body waxed off, all at once.Ready?...Hurts, doesn't it. Especially the legs. And between them. That's what Idid for you. Every three weeks. Can't shave, because then it messed upthe waxing. No lasers, because you liked the thought of some lady waxingme every three weeks.Now it's going to be you. Every three weeks, getting your pussy waxed formy pleasure, your legs waxed. Going to salons for a. You were real, he was fake. Sex was so good to me that I forgot the reason why I gave myself. Stupid, huh?" Meg said sadly."We were both pretty stupid with a lot of things about us never figuring the lifelong gravity the situation held. Try as we might, some of those things can't be changed." He added to base her thoughts in reality"But relationships are so much more than sex and that's what drove my fantasies and hope for you. With Matt, our life, our marriage, our world was crumbling beneath. " Have a seat, General," Gabrielle stood to shake his hand. She noticed the three stars on his shoulders. He waited for her to sit first then sat down across in an erect manner. "Do you have family, General?" Yes, Madam President. A wife of twenty-eight years, two sons who are now done with their education, married, and serving as junior officers as we speak. I consider myself fortunate to have a wife and boys. Nothing could be better as far as having a family is considered." I have a husband.