But we'll get to that.Let me try to explain. I love sex just like any other women, but I need a special kick. Sperm. Masturbation takes ages for me, s...metimes hours, I need sperm to really cum. I don't know why, it's hard to explain. I don't know any other women that actually likes sperm. It's sticky, its salty and it comes out of the same hole you pee out of, not all winning arguments, but I love it. Maybe it's the disgustingness of it, or the thought of doing something forbidden, I really. ”“I will,” I said.Tasha and I left the church and I drove to Marie’s. We were quickly seated in a booth, but instead of sitting across from me, Tasha sat next to me and scooted close so that our shoulders and legs touched. I smelled her perfume or body spray, and it was intoxicating.“I don’t think this is what your dad had in mind,” I grinned.“He’s not here, is he?”“No.”“And you aren’t complaining, are you?”“No!” I grinned. “I have a very good sense of self-preservation!”The waitress came to. I'mglad though, I don't want to be seen in my current sorry state. When wearrive, it's a short private walk along a carpeted corridor with threedoors, one black, one pink and one red. It's no surprise I get taken inthe red door, however the luxury of the appartment does take me aback.Hearing my gasp, she chuckles and rests one hand on my shoulder. "Yes.. Iknow, not really to my taste, but it's here to impress. Rank hath itspriveldges whether you want them or not."She spins me round by the. " Why do you say that?" Most guys could care less if their girlfriend lost his baby. You are crying over someone else's baby. That speaks volumes about you. I will admit that I am jealous."That had me laughing. Donna jealous because of me just didn't seem plausible to me."Mark, you think I'm kidding. In case you haven't noticed, I still don't have anyone in my life. Most guys don't want any part of someone else's kid. Hell, many our ages don't even want to admit to his own kids." Thanks Donna..