It was a tramp stamp, no less!”“Oh, God, you were one of my favorites! To think that I’d already had you! All those times that I jacked off to y...u and you had been in my bed, needing what I gave you again ... are you saying that I caused you to go into porn? Damn. I want to apologize for leaving you in such a state, but honestly, I didn’t have any idea that our encounter affected you at all. I thought that it was wild, crazy, drunken college post-exam party sex, that’s all! Damn ... I feel. My precum had lubricated my shaft and she watched intently as my hand slid smoothly up and down my pulsing shaft. At that moment my head took over and I had a moment of panic thinking, "What if she takes off now?" "What if she reports me to the authorities for masturbating in public?" "Will she be disgusted by what I am doing?" I was confused by my thoughts, yet at the same time, I was overwhelmed by the erotic feeling of this moment. I looked over at her again desperate to find some clue on. One of Claire’s hands glided up her inner thigh and cupped her crotch, and she felt a moan rumble through her throat that sounded like it was coming from someone else, somewhere far away.Claire licked her way down Olivia’s stomach and across her hipbones and thighs. Arching her back, Olivia felt Claire’s tongue pressing into her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties; then Claire moved the fabric out of the way and Olivia felt herself being penetrated.Looking up, Olivia could vaguely make. “Relax Pete. The real reason that we did not come back here, with you two, last Sunday was that I wanted to get us both tested for STDs. We got the results last night and we are both clean.”Pete looked relieved. “I'm glad that you were so responsible about that.”“To finish the story,” I continued, “I'm thinking that maybe Grace could become a courtesan with a few rich clients who would enjoy her unbridled sexuality and help us to live comfortably. Do you know anyone who might be interested in.