If you had a choice what would your ideal man be? It was on a Monday night when I told my man no more sex until the next Friday when Wanda and her new toyboy were coming to visit. Perhaps a gifted and talented man who is a cross dresser? Teasing him and me by watching porn clips of a men seducing other men, the larger their cocks the more exciting for both of us. In the afterglow Wanda told me, “I told Jimi there is no manual for the perfect blowjob, as it’s such an individual thing. Turning to face Wanda and me, his back to the wall, as Jimi licked and sucked his nipples while undoing the clip at he side of his g-string, sliding it to the floor. Or a kinky much younger Frenchman?”
I already knew what Wanda’s toy boy looked like after she had showed me a range of pics at our lunch meetings – an amalgam of the questions I had teased my man with.
