Of course, my cock strained to be released from the boxer shorts. Back in bed and under the covers, she turned to me and said, "Carl, I have a little ...ecret. I didn't tell your everything. You remember my story about New Orleans ? Well, part of it is true, ya know the money and stuff." She had my fullest attention! "Well," she continued, "Paul, my boyfriend, and I planned to go there over break. I was so excited and really dreamed about the trip but we got into a major fight over some stupid. She likes someone to take the lead. She spends so much time being the tough New Yorker, she enjoys someone else taking over so she can appreciate being soft—which is nice in itself.”Becky cocked her head, curious about the process. “So you kiss each woman depending on what they want? How the heck do you know when you first meet someone?”Em fidgeted a moment, speaking slowly. “I draw them out. As they open up, I drill down, discovering what they want. Most people love talking about themselves,. " She reached back grasping he's cock again, and worked it into and through her thong, he's thick veiny cock held tight against her smooth cheeks by the material of her thong, "Click, click, click." Derek reached down grasping the thin piece of material and started tugging it down. Julie obliged him, helping him remove her last item of clothing. She then raised herself up, kneeling above him, reaching down and took a grip of Dereks impressive cock, lifting it and starting rubbing it up and down. She shouldn't have touched the stuff! She didn'tknow why she had done!A breeze ran up her legs and under her skirt, making her acutely awareagain of her apparel. She pressed her face into her hands. What washappening to her? How had she come to this: standing on a street cornerin these clothes? Desperate for another fix of heroin? Her crotch sore asthough she'd been pummeled roughly down there by some client's cock.No... Wait... She felt so confused; so fuzzy; like her head was full ofcotton.