“I so fucking do!” Jamie dared to cuss in her sincerity, which made the groomsmen, some of them her boyfriends, chuckle.Ana in particular had to s...ppress a giggle at Jamie’s use of profanity in her answer. Jamie looked at me and I at her in turn, both of us pleased that we had left out that whole “forsaking all others” bullshit, just as Carly and Michelle had. Jamie was right. Monogamy was a steel trap with painful jaws, while marriage in itself could be a blessing ... with the right sort of. , in a foreign country and young, there were only three things we or us that liked to have fun, thought about – d**gs, alcohol and pussy. Germany was abundant with the best…I’m not bullshitting…of all three. I had a German girlfriend. She was a prostitute – well they call them escorts today. She called me Gregor instead of Gregory…it sounded so fucking sexy. Before I tell you about the good shit, let me tell you this. She politely grabbed me by the arm, looked me in the eye and said “Gregor, if. Outside she led him a good distance from the house. The moon wasn't full, but still provided enough light that it cast their shadows."If I tell you something do you swear never to speak of it to anyone?" she asked."Yes," said her brother, instantly."You know how you squeeze your willy?"He nodded, and his hand went to the front of his pants."There's a place I can touch," she said. Her hand went to the front of her dress where her legs met. "I think it's kind of like squeezing your willy." She. He looked like a punk rock kid dressed up in a suit that was too tight for his skinny figure. He couldn’t have been more than 20. His facial features were nicely developed. He tugged at a tightly bound tie. I smirked a little appreciating the discomfort he must of felt. He smiled widely at me every time I had to lean across the coffee table to hand Colin any necessary documents. I eventually ended up as Steven’s date for that hot party and I felt like a fucking babysitter. I fed Steven drinks.