So I trotted over and impulsively pecked her lightly on the cheek. "W -What did you do that for!" She had stepped back, touching at her cheekalmost as...though stung, her eyes blazing with anger at my indiscretion,but I didn't drop dead on the spot. "Umm. it was just a little thank youfor what you have done to and for me." - "You can keep your kisses andeverything else to yourself from now on Lady!" she snarled, - "I alreadyhave a girl-friend of my own, so I will have none of it! - I am no. Maybe there was a better option out there. My hands were still shaking with anger, but I directed the browser to the main “casual encounters” page. My hand hovered over “m4w”, then clicked. I scrolled through, clicking on a few with photos. Big, hard cocks promising “endless pleasure” to “one or more” lucky lady. They smacked of childish ego and, worse, disease. I couldn’t imagine what kind of woman had responded to Mark’s ads.Still, the anger was washing over me. I looked at one more of his. He raised his head back up and we kissed again. He felt so good, his hands touching my body felt so good. I reached under his shirt and slide it up over his head… he tugged my pajama pants off and commented about how hot and wet I must be to dampen my pants. I wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Instead I told him he had done that to me. He took off his pants and his cock was SO big. I’d never seen one up close and naked, so maybe it wasn’t, but it was huge to me and looked amazing and I wanted it. Gisper knew some broken English, ?I no enemy. I need help.? John then softly said, ?You want our help?. Gipser was trying to move and had his hand in an assuring way, ?Follow me. I take you. Come come. I no harm you. Gypsy word. No harm?.The three boys were reluctant at first but then decided what is the worse. If they tried to screw them over, they could take on these gypsies and hence, confirm their bad experiences to other Canadians, who would then vote them out of the next election ie no.