A usedcondom is about the most worthless and unwanted thing I could imagine.Eventually a cleaning lady, middle-aged and appearing bored, came andempti...d the trash can into a bin on a rolling cart. Soon she was dumpingthe contents of other cans on top of me. There were empty fast-foodwrappers and beverage cups. The odor of spoiling cum was joined by thestink of greasy junk food and sugary soft drinks, plus some offensivescents I couldn't identify. By the end I was so deeply covered that. . you know when I told you about Marcus... ?" I thought we weren't going to talk about that?" I still had her in my arms, and we were both speaking quietly."Yeah, I know. We weren't. But..." She reached up and kissed me lightly. "I needed to tell you." As nice as this is, you're not making a whole lot of sense, Heather." Yeah. You know I said the problem was that I couldn't trust anyone else enough?" Yeah, I remember." Yeah. Well, I realised something just before you got here this morning.". One had every male in the county sniffing after her and the other was wishing he had a girl friend so he could make some of his fantasy's come true. One had a perpetual D- grade point average and the other had an A+ grade point average. Want to guess which was which?Jack had just come down stairs after his ritual jerk off session that he indulged in immediately after getting home from school each day. Watching the little tits of the girls at his school move under their blouses, at least the. I met this couple, as arranged, in the hotel lobby in Marseille. He was maybe fifty whilst she was late twenties. He was balding, round and portly (not exactly a stud) whilst she was statuesque, beautiful and ‘stacked’; chalk and cheese. I took them to the port and fairly soon after I cast off and we headed east. It was a cloudy day so Rupert and Victoria sat at the back of the boat and enjoyed the ride. Snacks open and the wine flowing, slowly we got to know each other. As in all conversations.