The next time, we were at his house again. This time it was the middle of the day. We were at his house again, but no parents. We talked about it afte... our first time, and we know of each others experiences. He was my first anything, except kiss, and I learned he had been doing shit with boys since he was SEVEN!!! That’s why I could not finish him, he could last awhile. I cam quick still because I was still an amateur. We decided we were ok with it, and that it would happen again. And it became. His every move made her that much hotter. "Fuck my ass Terry....please..ohhh..ah....Fu..fuuu...my ass, baby...." she gasped, as the world again lit up with her orgasm. "Please, PLEASE...." Terry pulled out of both holes gently, and lifted himself from the bed. He stepped to his room and returned seconds later, stroking his cock with one hand, and holding a bottle of lubricant in the other. She smiled at him dreamily as his frame again covered her body. As Terry expertly, sensuously lubed his. Once it was done there was no going back, the rut was set and steering unnecessary. You do not get a do-over on assassination. You do not get to throw yourself on the mercy of the public for doing a bad thing. Your course is determined; your life tied to the lives of your co-conspirators and nothing is ever the same again. This is of course my long-winded way of saying getting shot trying to fix the broken machinery of government was at best an unpalatable idea. So politics was out.That left me. “May I join you?” In a short time, we are walking down one of the main shopping streets in Shanghai. As we pass a lingerie shop, “Wait! Have a look at this!” I stop and you point out a bra and panty set in the window. Black. Nothing special. I smile at your boldness. “Let’s go in,” I suggest. “Really? You’d go into a shop like this? Chinese men won’t go into a shop like this!” “They don’t know what they’re missing!” “Do you really want to go in?” “Why not?” I ask. “I don’t need any of these.