We can't let the actions of a few ill-advised assholes shut us down," Ms. Love offered."Hey! What about me? I post a darling of a story, a cute little... account of a British girl/woman and an American man. I was getting good scores until that loser came along and gave me a 1 -- makes me want to cry," Madison D'Angelica told the group, her voice trembling with emotion. Madison was a very fetching young woman, standing around 5'6" with an attractive face, pert breasts and a delightful derriere."I. I was right. He was huge. I licked my lips while i stared at his monster of a dick. I let my eyes travel back up to his before I took just the head in my mouth, sucking hard. He let out a low groan as I did this and grabbed my dark brown hair in his hands. He started to edge my face down his cock while I took as much as I could into my mouth and down my throat. Suddenly he grabbed harder on my hair and forced all of his cock down my throat. I choked a little before fighting off the urge to. She said as she popped my cock out of her mouth and began to slap her cheek with it. She then whispered something so softly that all I could make out was the word, secret. Fuck! Stop talking cunt and lick my balls. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at the tosseled and blonde-streaked hair of my wicked wifeher eyes, just slits of lust as her nose grazed the underside of my rigid pole. She was doing as I said, she had my balls in her mouth—sucking, savoring, running her lusciously. He had witnessed more than his fair share of drunken brawls in the parking lot, and the dive had a bad reputation in the relatively small town.“It’s all about confidence,” his companion muttered, Matt turning his attention back to her.“What?”“Confidence. That’s what people respond to, not your clothes. The clothes don’t make the man, you don’t need leather and tats to be cool. You can rock that parka, you just have to own it.”She was remarkably perceptive, like she could smell the insecurity on.