I half laid down and half dropped the glasses of sangria. It was a pretty expensive restaurant, and her suggestion. I have never been a religious man, still am not, but I did listen to the Joel Olsteen guy when the times were bad. “Oh my GOOOOOOOOD!”
“Yeah! I got a flood of responses, I would say at least 400, but it wasn’t the knockouts I saw all over the place, it was a bunch of mid to low hotness women, most were young and aspiring actresses but nothing to get a man’s dick hard. Her hands were as amazing as the rest of her, soft skin, not a pore could be seen, same tan as the rest of her and long blood red nails tipped her fingers. “Oh fuck! I don’t care how much you love or desire a woman, her pussy doesn’t match the sensation of top shelf cuisine.
