Romantic.“Wait!” she said. “Say that part again.” She wanted to hear it a second time to convince her it had been said the first.“Which part...” he asked.“The part about the other person’s pleasure being more important.”“Oh,” he said. “That part is hard sometimes and easy sometimes. Like there are times, usually when she’s on top, that I love lying there watching her face and knowing that she’s having a great time. I don’t even feel the urge to cum, sometimes.” He blinked. “Who am I kidding? I. I look back at some parts of my life and they seem so distant that they could have been just a movie I watched, or a story I invented." Don't you want to marry again?" Athena asked. I remember to have been astonished."I think that thought had never crossed my mind," I said, and I meant it, at least up until that very minute.In hindsight, one of the most pleasing aspects of our relationship was the complete openness. No subject was taboo—even things that at first would have been out of question. I looked down through the clear glass on the shower door, and saw Trent's dick. It was perfect size. It got me horny. After a few seconds, he stopped washing, and looked at me. His face had an angry expression. That's when I thought. "uh oh". He turned off the shower and got out. "Why the fuck are you in here!" He screamed at me. He looked so hot when he's mad. Oh my god. He angrily walked towards me as I was speechless. He picked me up which made me make a noise. He was taller and stronger. . i said let him come over he seems nice.Karl came over and he was sat talking to us most the night and he was such a nice lad he was telling us about his culture and where he lived and said he would take us out the complex for a real tour of the area. so the next day we gave the beach a miss and we let Karl take us around the area it was a real eye opener and we tasted the real Jamaica and we even had some of his smoke!!! we were quite giggly with it as well.Karl made us feel so welcome around.