He reached under the dresser and pulled out a couple of Playboy magazines. I had seen such things before because my dad kept a few in the rack next to... the toilet in plain view.He told me that his uncle had a whole collection that he had found and he takes a couple out of the box and looks at them for a while and then rotates them with two new ones.We started thumbing through them, past the articles (anyone that says they get Playboy for the articles is totally full of shit!) We would kiss and. I grabbed his ass cheeks and held him tight as he shot his man milk into my waiting mouth. I swallowed each load as it came out, sucking every drop from his hot meat. When he was spent we lay without moving for a minute, then I gently sucked and licked it clean of any residue I might have missed. When I finally decided there was no more juice to be had and let it slip out, it had mostly returned to its soft shape. I kissed it two or three times and then moved up so our noses were touching. I. She wanted me beside the center VIP section – a sea of mostly young women cheering loudly. Over Crystal's shoulder, I could see the puzzled look on my face on one of the large screen LED displays. Crystal again nodded to me and even gestured with one hand; so I scanned the crowd of people clustered along the front edge of the stage in more detail. While all this was going on the crowd kept applauding and chanting, "Jim! Jim! Jim!" Crystal was laughing.My eyes scanned the crowd along the stage.. I had been reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of the kombucha that I like, and gave my buns an arched little pop in Kevin’s direction that he didn’t even notice, his eyes glued to the screen.“Well, at least someone does.”This at least got him to look up. He gave his eyes an amused roll and went back to whatever the hell was more damned important than his wife’s nicely toned ass.“Just sayin’, Jess, it’s kinda creepy,” he continued, no longer really talking to me, but just pontificating.