Anal intercourse or, for that matter,Fellatio makes a woman sympatheticTo a man, especially one like me,Whose breasts are counterbalancedBy the weight...of cock and ballsAnd millions of wriggling spermOf her very own to burst in bouquetsAnd detonations, infernos and frowns,And missiles that never miss their mark,No matter what stands between themAnd the thing they're targeting.OBSCENITY DEFINEDHeterosexuality is not a problem,For women are made for degradation;Bisexuality is only half a. "Five! All different guys?" i asked. "No!" she replied. "How many different guys?" i asked. "Four" she replied. "Ok, tell me what happened" I ordered. “Ok, the first time, was kind of stupid, I went down for breakfast early one morning last year and Kay’s boyfriend got up soon after. We said 'Hi', but not much else, when he walked past me he just grabbed my boobs. I was stunned and he quickly put his hand up my top to get a good feel. I didn’t know what to do, so I just froze, he pushed his. Joe shook his head and admitted – ‘it’s just – you’re not here to hook up. And I respect that. I was just bracing myself because – well, you got me all worked up just by smiling at me…’ he exhaled heavily, and then squared his shoulders, and stepped forward to fit one hand to the small of her back, while raising their already-connected palms higher so that they stood with their bodies close, but not quite touching, in a proper waltz hold. ‘There, is that better?’ She giggled and nodded. ‘Mmm,. . they're big too." She giggled - loving me tell her that."So you didn't answer my question before... do you like them?" Yeah." I was definitely becoming more confident now. She had caught me by total surprise and now it was wearing in a bit. Nonetheless, I was still covered shit-scared and nervous."I'll fuck you with them then." I didn't follow her right away. It made sense, and looking back was obvious, but at the time my mind was so scattered. It was as if the nerves were giving me flashes.