I told her I missed her. Porn Then she picked up the carafe and emptied it into the wine glass in front of me. She said, please do. It was a sultry, seductive, slow bluesy, swamp rock kind of tune with moaning, harmonized guitar and sax licks. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and it’s okay. She said she liked it. She spun around, shook her rump inches from my face, a thin green cord buried in the crack of her ass. It was hot and I felt it rise up, exploding through my shaft and burn on the way out. By this time I was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. But since I’m not, I think I’ll just send you something in the mail.”
“Guess I’ll have to take a raincheck.”
“What are your plans to celebrate, birthday boy?”
“Terri’s taking me out to dinner, no fancy parties or anything, just a few beers and
