They were pretty big. ‘Oh Mr Palin, you poor young man. Here let me give you a big hug.’ The tits were pretty soft too. ‘You hug beautifully Vic...ki.’ ‘Oh darling,’ she cooed, ‘Aren’t you a gentleman?’ Her eyes drifted to his crotch. Never having been called a gentleman, Jimmy was chuffed but knew he wouldn’t consistently live up to that title. Still he knew women liked to be deluded in their dealings with men. He’d proved that to his satisfaction by selling a V8 turbo sedan to a little old lady. And she wasn't gay. It was one of her few hang ups left fromwhen she had been Christian. And with Jason, it didn't matter. She justwanted him to feel good. And she'd never get another chance after this.So she took him into her mouth, and began to lick and suck at theappendage before her. Her hands came up and she began to play with hisballs. He gasped. Morganna had made her learn to perform fellatio. Shehad known that Chris found it degrading, and had made a game of forcingChris to perform it. I told her and the lawyer that we had to discuss it further, since I wanted to include my wife in such a decision. While we were in the lawyer's office, I noticed that Sona's English had improved markedly since Paul died. I wondered now if her broken English and submissive oriental persona had been a performance to please his ego.During the next few weeks, Sona displayed a surprising grasp of the farm operation, especially the financial end. She had quietly over the years listened to Paul's and. " I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband noticed had kind of a thing for me.My husband had seen him in the shower and I guess he thought this guy would do it for me, which he does.I was amazed. "So you spend weekends with this guy?" A lot of them. The way it started was this one Saturday my husband called me from the lake and said fishing was exceptionally good and they wanted to spend the whole weekend.