I know what she’s looking for and despite the emotions whirling around my head, I can’t stop my need for this woman. I take her hand and guide it ...o my pussy.With my consent, she lets out a sound akin to a low growl, drops her head onto my shoulder, and dips her fingers into my wet folds. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the walls as I allow the feeling of her fucking me to erase everything else in my mind.I can’t even be bothered to worry about the fact that we’re in an alleyway. 3. What were you thinking as I was describing allthe things I've seen you do and have done to you atthe schvitz? Which memory is most vivid?******I was thinking, that is what a slut would do.And I was asking myself, how did I become one. Isuppose, the most vivid would have to be with beingfucked by you, feeling my legs being spread a littletoo wide, sucking a black man's cock, you walkingaway, getting on my back, still being fucked by you,and having a new cock in my mouth.4. Every guy I've seen. Argh! Why can’t life be simple?In the end, I finished my coffee and announced that I was going to walk along the cliffs for a bit before going to bed. I was quite pleased that no-one offered to join me, as I wanted a bit of time to myself. I popped upstairs to put on some more comfortable shoes, and went out the side door of the hotel onto the path that led to the cliffs.It was cooler now that the sun had gone down, but still warm enough to be pleasant. I ambled slowly along the path, and sat. " I do," he said. "And its time for me to do something about it. A little promise I made to myself." Ahhh," Hicks said knowingly. "You're gonna tell her to take a flying fuck at Phobos?" Yep," he confirmed."I can respect that," Hicks told him. He considered for a second. "You gonna tear off one last piece first? A farewell fuck?"To his surprise, Jeff actually found himself seriously considering this suggestion for a few seconds. Sure he hated Belinda now and she had put on more than thirty.