" I wouldn't say he oozed testosterone like some," said Jo. "Not that I'm complaining." I should hope not," said Lawrence and Jo got a kiss too. "But ... still say we are kicking the poor guy when he's down." I don't mind at all." I said. But my words were almost lost in a general debate on what masculinity should be about. I slumped back in the sofa and let it wash over me. Someone refilled my glass with beer and I got on with drinking. Next thing I knew they were talking about transsexuals,. "Do you have anything to say? You look like you are either being assaulted..." he leaned in closer, "or you are a whore who wants to show off her body." He slid his hand down the front of her dress and felt the clamps hanging from her left nipple. He jerked back and stared at her. "Oh, you're one of *those*. Fucking sick pig." He shoved his other hand underneath her dress and squeezed both of her tits, shaking them so the pain from her nipples shot through her and made her cry. She opened her. "N-No..." She said shakily, though she nodded contradictivly. Using her knees for support she pushed up then pressed back down, abled to take a little more each time. "Uugh, Hannah..." Carlos moaned as she slowly rode his cock. "Fuck, you're so tight..." He said moving his hands to her waist. As time wore on she was able to ride him faster and faster."Carlos...Oh, fuck...yeeeaahhh, oh yeeeeessss...." She purred, ignoring the small trickle of blood running down her thigh. "Oh God,. Not sure I can drink after my marriage. So I took this free opportunity. Did I talk rudely?Me: No, you didn’t talk rudely. You were just sharing your experience with Madhan.S: Why Madhan’s topic comes in between us? And I remember you were forcing me to talk about Madhan.I don’t know how to respond to her, but she remembers night conversation. So I just said that I love to listen to gossip like other girls.S: I don’t have any gossip with Madhan and nothing to hide. I slept with him for two.