Written by Emily

Fact
13 Feb 2011


Another long story, continuing from my post on the 10th, which I hope you think is worth reading. But it is the last, at least for the time being.

The weekend had far exceeded even my wildest dreams. I'd been introduced to a place free from moral restraint, where I'd indulged in wanton, wild, debauched, uncontrolled sex. No guilt, no regrets, no commitment, fucking and being fucked . As AnC commented I'd experienced “that wonderful awakening that only a few wives achieve” for me there would be no going back. I was hooked, both on Paul and his beautiful cock and the heightened experience of uninhibited sex. I'd been fucked, introduced to anal sex, spit roasted and fisted, all in front of an appreciative audience, performing sex acts for my own gratification and the enjoyment of those watching. Unbridled lust, sex unencumbered by any thought of restraint, that's what I wanted and that's what Paul provided, promising there was more to come.

With Jon my husband back it was two weeks before I was able to be with Paul again. Two weeks of frustration, although not completely wasted. I visited my friendly sex shop and bought a few things, a set of Butt Plugs, large, larger and oh my gawd sizes to help get my anus trained and let me take cock in my arse more easily, tubes of anal lubrication and at the helpful owners suggestion a douche for more hygienic anal sex. I kept in touch with Paul using a PAYG mobile or via web cam when Jon wasn't about, demonstrating my purchases, masturbating with a vibrator in my pussy and a plug in my bum when he told me to, watched by him and several of his friends. Twice I watched him fucking another woman, jealous that she was getting shafted by his hard cock and not me. Finally husband was away again and I was able to go and visit Paul again. I'd been hoping we could go out on his bike so I could wear my sexy leathers, riding through the countryside with my tits out, but the weather was absolutely awful. We stayed in on the Friday and had wonderful sex, staying in bed all day Saturday fucking.

On the Saturday evening we decided to go out for drinks with some of his friends. I'd brought clothes but he had other ideas, telling me to wear the the little leather skirt and a tight white T shirt. I knew him well enough by now not to bother with bra or panties. I suspected this was another test, maybe part of my initiation, drawing me deeper into a world of sexual indulgence, with no boundaries. I was determined not to fail him or myself. A taxi collected us to take us in to town, picking up Matt and Sally on the way. I sat in the back, between Paul and Matt, Sally in front even with my knees together, my pussy was visible. The driver adjusted his mirror, Sally turned chatting as if nothing was going on as Paul and Matt spread my legs, placing them over their knees, completely exposing my cunt. I was getting wet before they even touched me, reaching down, pulling back the hood, my little pink clitoris poking out already aroused. Sally reached between the seats and touched my pussy, running a finger along my slit, slipped it in my cunt then raised it to her mouth sucking my juices off. Paul and Matt twisted in their seats, the driver said nothing, eyes as much in the mirror as on the road as they fingered me. One of them had his fingers buried in my cunt, giving me a finger fuck, the other concentrated on my hyper sensitive clitoris. The drive took about fifteen minutes, being finger fucked the whole time, along the ring road through the outskirts, arriving in the busy town centre as I came, a gush of pussy juice leaving a wet patch on the seat. Unusually the driver got out to open the door, getting a good look at my gaping pussy as I slid across the seat, adjusting the skirt before taking Paul's arm heading for a nearby bar. Walking along the pavement, the skirt only eight or nine inches long, little more than a wide belt, barely covered my gash. I could feel juices running from my pussy, soaking my thighs, men trying not to stare, and mostly failing, at the wet streaks of cunt honey, running down legs. We were welcomed by about a dozen or so of their friends about equal numbers of men and women, some of whom had fucked me a couple of weeks earlier. The bar was packed, people joining and leaving our group, Paul had me perched on a bar stool deliberately ensuring that every time I moved, crossing or uncrossing my legs I flashed my pussy. I had some competition from one of the other women, you could see her tits through her top, though she wore panties at first, she later removed them, seeing which of us dared to bare the most. A draw in the end I think. At the end of the evening we took a taxi home, accompanied by a guy called James who fucked me while Paul watched. I'd been rather hoping I was going to be DP'd but Paul made up for it by arse fucking me immediately after and before James left I was spit roasted.

I had to leave Sunday afternoon, Jon was due home for a couple of weeks. I still managed to see Paul twice but only for a quick fuck, a 45 minute drive each way two hours shagging and home in the time Jon played golf with his friends. Jon unexpectedly had to go away for one night and I couldn't contact Paul, I was desperate for a fuck, Jon wasn't showing much interest any way. I dressed in a short summer dress and drove into town to a bar I liked, bought a drink and sat at the bar. A single women will get attention and I saw two lads eyeing me, probably only twenty or twenty one. Unlike my first attempts weeks before I wasn't bothered about getting to know them first. I finished my drink, watching them in the mirror as they approached, I smiled at them, one asking, “Would you like another drink?” I looked at them replying “No thanks. What I'd like is for you both to fuck me” I felt excitement surge through me as the words came out. They stood mouths hanging open looking from one to the other. “Well do you?” I prompted, “Err, Yes, Where” one managed to say. “In the Multi storey over the road. Come on” They followed me up to the third floor, where I hitched my dress up above my waist, pulled my thong down to my ankles, bent over the bonnet of my car, spread my legs, reached down holding my cunt open and let them both fuck me, silently thanking Paul for giving me the confidence to be such a slut. Not the greatest sex ever but between them and people walking passed, slowing to watch, they made me come. As soon as I got home I tried to contact Paul to tell him about it. He answered this time, listening while I excitedly described what I'd done, delighted when he called me his “Cum Slut” before telling me to log on and show him the spunk still running from my cunt. He instructed me to scoop the cream from my pussy and drink it while I wanked until I climaxed. When I’d finished he told me the good news, a party at the country cottage, the weekend after the August bank holiday. A quick check, thank god, Jon was off to the States straight after the holiday weekend and was going to be away for at least a fortnight.

That weekend we had some of the best weather of the whole summer. I drove to Paul's on the Friday evening, riding on the BMW to the cottage on the Saturday, eager to discover what Paul had planned for me, ready to do whatever he demanded and continue my training as his Slut. It was hot and sunny, just the excuse to ride with my leathers unzipped, exposing my tits for most of the journey. There were already quite a few people in the garden, some of the crowd from my first multiple fuck session. The men mostly in shorts, probably outnumbering the the women two or three to one, the girls in shorts and tops or bikini's one or two topless. I showered, took the opportunity to flush out my back passage with the douche, in case I got lucky and someone wanted to fuck my arse, put on a string bikini and went out to find Paul. I stopped to speak to Sally and Matt, found David talking to a couple of men whose names I'd forgotten but recognised from when they'd fucked me in the motorcycle workshop a few weeks previously. We stood laughing at a guy chasing one of the women spraying her with a hose, making her bikini see through, carrying on chatting when she stripped it off and lay on the lawn naked, fingering her pussy, asking if anyone fancied fucking her. I couldn't see Paul and wandered down to a wooded area at the bottom of the garden. Getting closer I could hear the sound of a fucking, seeing Fiona, David's sister, on her hands and knees, being fucked doggy and sucking on a cock. I stood watching, a hand inside my bikini bottoms playing with myself, until the man fucking her came and the other man took his turn.

Heading back to the cottage I spotted Paul over by the barbecue and went to join him, passing the girl on the lawn now being shafted. He introduced me and some one handed me an ice cold beer. Looking around I suppose there were about thirty people just relaxing, enjoying themselves. Fiona and the two men appeared from the woods, now like everyone else dressed in shorts or swimwear. I wasn't paying particular attention to the conversation, busy people watching, when I became aware that Paul was telling them about me picking up the two lads in the bar and letting them fuck me in the car park. Paul had his hand on my back, undoing my top, dropping it on a table. My nipples hardened as they continued chatting, Paul cupping one of my tits, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb, then pinching it hard making me gasp from the pain and the pleasure. The five or six people glanced at me and continued talking. Paul dropped his hand to my waist, I felt his fingers tugging the string, undoing one side of my bikini pants, then the other, gripping the material and pulling it between my legs, putting it on the table next to the top. I was naked in the garden, everyone else wearing some thing. He laid his hand on my bottom, stroking my buttocks, running a finger between my cheeks, touching my anus. I parted my legs slightly, so he could push his finger in my squeaky clean bum if he wished. Instead he moved his hand to the front, fingers brushing against the little strip of pubic hair to my pussy, fingering my hole. I was being fingered and they just chatted as if at a garden party at the Palace. Paul was now telling them about how he and David had arse fucked me and taken my anal virginity. Continuing, he told them what a willing and compliant slut I'd already become. To prove it he suddenly moved his hand from my pussy and smacked my bum hard. The sound of the his hand slapping my buttocks, caught most peoples attention. “Bend over and show everyone your cunt” he commanded, I bent and spread my legs, nobody seemed to bat an eyelid, as I displayed my pussy, supporting myself with one hand reaching between my legs and holding my cunt open with the fingers of the other, waiting for the next instruction. It wasn't long coming, he told me to unzip the man in front of me and suck his cock. I did as told, taking his semi erect prick in my mouth sucking him almost in to my throat, feeling the hot sunshine on my naked back, an even hotter cock getting hard, pulsating in my mouth, being watched by everyone, something which I found incredibly arousing. Holding the base of his cock, occasionally wanking him in to my mouth, I gave him a slow steady blow job. I felt fingers being pushed in my pussy, three then four, David telling the person to fist me, the balled hand in my cunt, stretching my hole fist fucking me, whilst I concentrated on sucking cock aiming for simultaneous climax. I almost succeeded but he came just before me, almost drowning me in spunk leaving me gulping down three loads of spunk cream, as I had my first orgasm of the day.

I hadn't noticed that Paul was talking on his mobile until I stood up. He finished talking and went over to David to tell him some of the guests hadn't been able to find the track to the cottage. He turned to me and told me to go with him to the end of the track to find them. I picked up my flimsy bikini, holding it in my fist, waiting while he went in to the house to fetch something. He returned carrying a collar and leash telling me to turn round. I obeyed and he buckled the collar around my neck, hanging from the front were two chains, clamps on the ends, which he attached to my nipples, screwing them almost painfully tight. He picked up the leash, leading me towards the front of the house. We'd only gone a few steps when he stopped “What's in your hand?” he demanded. I told him it was my bikini, in case I needed to put something on. “Give it to me” I handed it over then as we walked towards the house he threw it on the barbecue. He walked me down the track, holding the leash loosely, not hurting me, the nipple chains were short and tight lifting my breasts slightly, the weight pulling my nipples, as my little tits jiggled with each step. We rounded a corner in the track and I could see the road at the end and we continued walking. The track was only six feet wide and easily missed if you didn't know it. We reached the end, and he led me out on to the road, towards a main road, I could hear traffic in the distance. I was starting to get a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. Being naked in the privacy of the secluded garden was brilliant. Even in the bar I could have claimed flashing my pussy was accidental. In the taxi we'd have stopped if the driver objected but now he'd taken me out on to a public road where any one could drive, the risk made it more arousing. He was back on his phone giving directions, a few yards away there was a gate to a field, set back between the hedges, out of sight. He decided to wait there, telling me to sit on the top bar, just the right height for him to lick my pussy and relieve some of the tension building in my cunt, not to mention loosen the nipple chains a little. I almost forgot where we were, gripping his head and holding him against my cunt, his tongue exploring my hole, teasing my clitoris. About 10 minutes had passed, a car approached passing without noticing us, a minute or so later his phone rang and another car approached. He let go of the leash and told me to stand in the road. I stepped out just as a car turned off the main road, I went to step back “Stay there and play with your pussy” he barked. I stood, stark naked in the middle of the road, fingers stroking my still engorged clit, fingering my cunt. The car slowed, getting closer and closer as I stood in the centre of a public road masturbating, half hoping Paul knew what he was doing, part of me not caring. The car stopped about six feet from me, two men sitting grinning at me, watching me wank when Paul stepped out to greet them. I guessed he was up to something like this, but was still relieved to get in the car for the drive back to the cottage for a couple of cooling beers.

At the cottage they gave Paul a bag containing things he'd asked them to bring. It was early evening, getting a little cooler, a few people had left or were in the cottage, I wasn't the only one naked now, a couple were fucking on the lawn, Fiona was at it again with three men down by the woods. I undid the clamps, they were beginning to make my nipples tender, but left the collar and leash, drinking down two bottles of beer to quench my thirst. I was starting to get frustrated, we'd been there for a number of hours and I'd only had one orgasm and hadn't been fucked, by the look of things I had some catching up to do with Fiona and one or two others. I needn't have worried that I wasn't going to get my share. Paul had let it be known that if anyone wanted to fuck me I was available.

I hadn't even heard anyone coming up behind me, but was all to aware of the hard cock sticking in my back and the hand fondling my tits and fingers touching my pussy. I reached behind holding his prick, “Mmm, Nice. I hope you intend to fuck me with that” I told him. He pushed me to towards a nearby garden bench. A hand on my head, pushing me down bending me over the seat back, the other hand, between my legs parting them, fingers pushed roughly into my hole. I released his cock as I was lifted and he slid his knob straight in to my soaking pussy. Not a word spoken by him, and he was fucking me, mating like a couple of dogs, me the bitch in heat. I braced myself, taking his cock in my hole, just passively letting him take me. Other guests were casually walking passed some stopping to watch others carrying on as if nothing was happening. A man sat on the bench and a woman sucked his cock erect then mounted him, riding his cock hard. Looking between them I could see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I felt close to coming, starting to breathe more heavily, the man fucking me grunting. The woman started moaning quietly to herself, bouncing up and down faster on her bloke. I felt fingers on my clitoris, soft fingers, she'd reached through the slats and was touching me. Sally had touch me intimately, but only briefly, it was soft and gentle, just the right touch, the gentle stroke a women would use on her own pussy when wanking. I groaned I was cumming, feeling the man thrusting harder, then taking his spunk as he ejaculated sending me into my own climax, listening as the woman beside me came long and loud. The cock in me was pulled out, I remained bent over the bench for only a few seconds before I was mounted again, a lovely fat cock stretching my cunt, the bloke fucking me nice and slow, poking a finger in my arse at the same time, bliss. I could see Paul, sitting naked about 20 yards away on a stone table, just watching, a girl stroking his prick before going down on him. A minute later I looked again and she was on his lap and I could see his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. The man fucking me, suddenly pulled my head back and every thing went dark as he blindfolded me securing it tightly. I couldn't see anything, which only seemed to add to the sensations. I could feel every ripple and bump of the fat cock pounding my pussy, followed by him squirting his cum juice inside me

The cock in my pussy was withdrawn, I waited, hoping to be penetrated and fucked again. Instead I heard Paul's voice close to me, “Jeff, Mike hold her down. Jenny you've got the butt plug. Plug Emily's arse” “I hope it's a big one” I challenged. “Go on Jenny fill my arse” I was forced over the back of the chair, hands on my legs, dragging them apart, exposing my arse hole. I felt Jenny's hair brushing against my bum, warm breathe close to me, very close. Hands, a woman’s hands spreading my buttocks, I felt the tip of someones tongue licking my cunt, sucking spunk out, lapping the length of my gash then around my bum hole. Jenny's? It must me. I wriggled, Jeff and Mike held me more firmly. Her tongue probed my anus sending a shiver through me then stopped, “Please don't stop” I sighed. I felt the tongue again just flicking around my arse hole, teasing, barely touching, driving me mad. I tried wriggling again, wanting to feel her tongue exploring my arse hole but was restrained again. She spread my bum cheeks wider, her fingers opening my anal orifice, spitting on me poking her tongue in my arse, fingers prising my anus wider open. Cool anal lube was dribbled inside me, I tried to push back to take Jenny's fingers inside me, two, three and then eventually four fingers of one hand in my bum. She slid her fingers in as far as she could, twisting her her hand from side to side, working the lubrication well in. She had the butt plug in her other hand, touching the pointed end to my hole using the palm of her hand to guide it in to my arse. The plug thickened, felt as if it was swirled as she turned it, screwing it in to my arse hole, withdrawing her fingers, replacing them with the silicon plug. It reached the thickest point, my anus stretched, swallowing it as she pushed the remaining inches inside me. My arse felt comfortably full, as I wondered what treat was in store for me next. I was still being held over the seat but had been allowed to raise my head a prick was pushed to my mouth. I took it, Paul’s I'm sure, sucking him, tasting pussy juice on his cock pleasuring him until he pulled his prick out. He spoke again “Fuck her Jenny” the women he'd just fucked I think. She placed her hands on my bum then I felt her sliding the strap on dildo in to my pussy. It felt larger than any man I'd taken, it seemed to slide in to me endlessly, eight, nine, ten inches and incredibly thick like having an arm in my hole, stretching me wide as she dildo fucked my cunt. She fucked me for about 10 minutes giving me, pleasure but never reaching the seismic orgasms Paul gives me.

She finished doing me when I faked an orgasm and was permitted to stand. I was certain Paul hadn't finished with me yet. I waited, still blindfolded, which heightened my senses, every little sound seemed louder, I could clearly hear several women being fucked, someone started to suck my nipples, finger my pussy, the sensations more intense, not knowing their identity. I was beginning to wonder where Paul had gone then he ordered “Bring her over to the Fucking Table” the leash was taken and I was led to him. I'd noticed the unusual table earlier and thought nothing of it. I was given another beer which I gulped down before being laid on a pad on top of the table, a cushion underneath me, arching my back and raising my bum. My arms pulled above my head, a soft rope tied around my wrists and secured. Then my legs, rope around my ankles and tied. The table top was hinged, a centre area to lay on, both ends opened to form a X, my legs were spread wide, my pussy and bum at the top of the V, either accessible for fucking. The head rest hinged and was lowered, dropping my head down. I was laid tied, spread eagled, my pussy, arse and mouth available for fucking. Someone checked I was securely restrained, a hand on my tits, squeezing my nipples, another pinching my clitoris, then tugging my strip of pubic hair, a voice asking for the shaving foam and razor. Foam spread on my pussy, the scrape of a razor as the strip of hair was removed. I was shaved smooth then wiped clean with a wet towel. I recognised Fiona's voice, checking I was comfortable and ready. I confirmed I was, listening to her as she called “Emily's ready if anyone wants to fuck her, pussy, arse, mouth, the choice is yours. Just remember to put the plug back in if you fuck her arse. If you need lube it's here”

I felt a cock touch my nose, I opened my mouth and he slid it in, my head back, a direct line in to my throat, breathing through my nose, I sucked and swallowed, taking his cock down my throat, just as I'd been trained, letting him fuck my face. A felt a tongue on my pussy, then a cock nudging its way inside me, not to thick, fairly long fucking me in nice slow steady strokes, his balls slapping against the plug in my arse, another pair of balls touching my nose as he thrust his cock down my throat. I was glad I'd perfected my cocksucking technique on Paul and his friends. I was in heaven, wonderful feelings emanating from my pussy, a nice cock unloading tasty spunk in my mouth, what more could a girl ask for. That's easy to answer, more cock of course. The guy fucking me came and some one else started to bang me. I lay, bound to the “Fucking Table”, at ease, calm and relaxed, taking more cock in both my cunt and mouth, cumming several times from the intense sexual arousal from behaving in such a depraved and debauched way. I'd been fucked about six or seven times, another man fucked me, came in me and pulled out, I felt his, and all the others, spunk dribbling from my fuck hole, then a mouth on my cunt, a soft smooth face against my thigh. One of the women sucking me out, cleaning the sperm from my pussy, sucking my clitoris in a way, as I was learning, only a woman can, heavenly. A man was talking to her asking her to loosen the plug from my arse when she'd finished. Fingers on the plug, unscrewing it from my bum, then she moved away, a prick touching my thigh, the plug quickly removed and before my anus could close a lubricated cock slid in to my arse. I gasped, my mouth open, another mouth close to mine, the woman, kissing me, tongue in mouth, dribbling the spunk from my cunt, tasting it mixed with my own juices. As my arse was fucked she continued kissing me, my lips, neck my tits, sucking my erect nipples. Her fingers moving on to my clit, sliding in and out of my pussy, moving in time with the cock pumping my arse. It felt superb, another woman’s touch and a fat cock in my arse. I started to come, at first quietly then getting louder as the sensations intensified, screaming to be fucked harder, sobbing I was coming, my body convulsing as my orgasm hit me with a jolt. The cock in my arse throbbing as he shot his load inside.

He stood with his cock still in my arse, panting, recovering from his exertion as I also lay recovering. After a minute he pulled his cock out quickly screwing the plug back in, a hand on my stomach, pressing on my bladder. I’d been aware that it was feeling full, it'd been a couple of hours since I'd been to the loo and the beer was taking effect. My bladder felt ready to burst, the light pressure of his hand resting over my bladder was enough. I felt a little trickle of urine, managed to control it, but needed a piss soon. I told the woman next to me in needed the loo. She told me just to do it there, piss in front of everyone. I felt like I was a little girl again, “I can't, everyone will see me” She giggled “You've been fucked with them watching, taken cock up the arse, sucked someone off, let me go down on you and you're bothered about them seeing you piss. Don't worry they won't be shocked in fact some of them get off on it. Do it, but what until I tell you” I laughed, “I did say I’d do anything” laughing forced another little squirt of urine, I was bursting to pee. She most have been looking for somebody than she shouted “Chris come over here. A treat for you. Emily's going to piss” I could tell that Chris wasn't the only one coming over, voices on all sides watching, waiting to see me pissing. I felt a mouth on my pussy, a bit of urine leaked out, running down my slit and was licked off before he moved away. I asked the woman to remove the blindfold so I could see, she undid it, I recognised her from earlier. Jane, she lifted my head adjusting the head rest. My eyes adjusted to the light, I could see my now hairless pussy, between my legs crouched Chris. My bladder was so full it hurt, I couldn't hold it any longer. I started to pee, a golden stream of piss arched from between my legs, soaking his face. Chris moved, mouth open catching my piss and drinking it, I pushed harder, the flow increased, splashing his face more, drenching his hair, catching more in his mouth gulping it down. The feeling of relief as the flow ebbed, slowing to a trickle, I forced two or three squirts out splashing his face until my bladder was empty. Chris stood up I could see his cock fully erect as he moved closer, wanking, pushing the tip into my gaping hole then rammed his cock in to my pussy, and fucked me. Leaning over me, my piss dripped from his hair, splashing my body. His face was above mine, I could tell he still had a mouth full of piss, I said “Let me taste it” opening my mouth, as he trickled the piss from his mouth to mine. He seemed turned on giving me my piss and fucked me harder, slamming me until he came forcefully ejaculating deep in my cunt. I hadn't cum but Jane finished me off with her fingers and tongue before untying me. It was beginning to get cold, most people were going indoors. I needed a shower and went with Jane to clean up and remove the plug from my arse.

Once again it was a late night, a guy I’d noticed earlier and fancied came over with Matt. As far as I knew Matt hadn't fucked me and I wanted them both. I told them I wanted them to DP me. We found an empty bed and I sucked their cocks getting them both stiff. After all the cock my cunt had taken I easily took them. Matt lay on the bed I climbed on top with my back to him, guided his prick into my pussy and laid back on him while the either guy fed his cock in alongside. I lay there, between them and just let them fuck me, my pussy nicely filled, tightly gripping their cocks until we'd all cum. Later I cleaned Jane's pussy out with my tongue after Paul fucked her. I'd wondered about sex with another woman and discovered that I liked it, but not as a substitute for a nice hard cock, which I much prefer, but in addition to.

After such intensive, passionate, frenetic and some might say excessive sex sessions, I craved more. Paul had introduced me to new levels of sexual experience and experimentation, learning what I liked. I couldn't tolerate the intervals between seeing him. I masturbated on web cam for Paul, and anyone he gave the link to, performing sex acts on myself for their entertainment and for my own sexual gratification, getting a kick out being watched, following his commands. It was no substitute for being with him, being a total slut, getting fucked and used by him and his friends.

One of you enquired if hubby had found out. The answer is no, well not exactly. I was getting more and more frustrated at the gaps between seeing Paul. When we met it was usually a weekend of wild uninhibited fucking with me having multiple partners. The final straw was a “Christmas Fuck Fest” that I wanted to participate in over Christmas and New Year and knew Jon would be home. I decided to seize the moral high ground, confront Jon over his affair. Accusing him of fucking some slut behind my back, how could he do such a thing, a good old rant. He admitted it, agreed that it would be best if we had separate Christmases to think things through. I got to go to the Fuck Fest which introduced a new dimension to me. Tied, blindfolded and earphones depriving me of two of the five senses sight and sound. An incredible experience, enhancing the other senses, particularly being touched, wether by hand, mouth or cock. Magnanimously, after Christmas we sat down and discussed things and I told him that, having given it a lot of thought (mostly on my back with my legs spread and a cock in my pussy), it was OK with me if he continued seeing his girlfriend, provided he didn't complain if I happened to see someone I fancied for sex. He jumped at the offer, he's got his girlfriend and I’ve got; Well you all know what I'm getting!!!!!


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