All I know is that some of the gals I meet up with enjoy the fact that there is no "clean up" after we're done. but there are also those who want that...rush of hot fluid in or on them.Recently I met a lady friend I hadn't seen in awhile. We chatted like everyone else does about what's going on in our lives. When it got to talking about our own sex lives we found we were both in the same boat. Both of our mates were no longer interested in sex, in any way. The more we talked the more we realized. Marina's our best witness, the one closest to Julia, even the one who found the body. She's pretty deeply involved in the whole mess, willingly or not.And that's the problem. As any cop will tell you, the one who finds a body is always the first suspect you have to clear.I hate being stupid. I like Marina. I don't want to accuse her of being involved without a hell of a lot to evidence to back it up.But I'm not gonna dismiss her out of hand either. She could be the innocent victim, or it could. He felt my movement, and again took it as encouragement.“See, ya little whore, I told you you’d love it! What, your little prick getting hard? Fuck, you’re just like all the rest of those faggots. They’ll take it from anyone!” He changed his rhythm, and started to grind into me differently, making each push long and hard. I soon realized that he was doing this so that there’d be more friction for my cock, clamped as it was between me and the bed. It worked for my fantasy, and I just kept my. “I saw some Green Hill jerks in the restaurant,” she hissed when I caught up with her at the top. “I hid behind you and I don’t think they saw me.”As soon as he noticed our arrival, Rajesh bustled over. “Welcome Mr Jackson. Please sit wherever you like.”Mel grabbed my hand and tugged me to a table well away from where the other diners, all older folk, were seating. There were a couple of scowls when they saw I was accompanied by a teenage girl, but nobody overtly complained. And the subdued.