[8mmman]

Good morning,

When I think about last night and when I think about Sheila, I think about The Nasty and The Nice. HEB is a nasty place and I love it for that, and you may, as well. And when you find a beautiful, classy woman there, opening herself up wide and taking cocks, one after another... well, that combination of The Nasty and The Nice is tremendously stimulating to me. I wanted more. I wanted more. If the circumstances had been a little more relaxed and less crowded, it would have been perfect. I wanted to say dirty things to her and have her say dirty things to me. I wanted to boost up the angle of her hips so that I could tongue-fuck that sweet pussy so deep and suck her clit properly while I fingered her to climax all over my hand. I wanted to stand straight on and let her pleasure me with that sweet mouth, deep, deeper. I wanted to spend so much time with those fine tits in my hands and mouth while someone else fucked her, hard. And I wanted to fuck her hard, too. I wanted more.

I can tell you this now, because when I kissed her and looked into her eyes, I could tell that, with her, I could be open and forthright with all my nasty desires, just as I had smiled when she spread her legs for all and turned her attentions to whatever man wanted her. That connection - where we all understood each other - is rare, And I'm hard right now as I think about it.

I've used a lot of words - I love words - so that you'll understand what was (and is) on my mind. You can play for a long time in places like that and count on one hand the women you truly remember. Sheila... her, I remember.

Carver