" Like what?" Well, why don't you ever wear skirts or dresses?" Ashley asked figuringshe could take that leap."Skirts? Dresses? Ummm, cause I'm not a ...irl! That's a pretty simpleanswer." But you don't mind me calling you a 'girl'?" Ashley relied."No, why?" Jessie answered a little confused by the question. Why wouldhe care if she called him a girl? All he knew was that he wasn't a girlso he wasn't going to entertain the thought of wearing a dress.Ashley was dumbfounded. He didn't mind being. I’m not sure how I feel, I wanted this so bad a moment ago but now he’s made her cum I think that must be it, she’ll have made her point and want me to fuck her now. But as he pulls away I hear her tell him ‘it’s your turn’. Oh my god! She wants him to cum, he’s still inside her so does she want him to cum in her!? She must’ve heard me gasp because she is looking right at me now ‘well you said you wanted to see me fuck someone else, it wouldn’t be fair to just use him without him getting to cum. . DAMNIT ALL IM ASKING FOR IS AN HOUR" she said while kicking my hand away and me with a massive grin on my face. "Yah, it's my boyfriend, NO HIS NOT TOUCHING MY PUSSY YOU PERV."I once dated this masseuse, she's supposed to be one of the best in the world, I found that funny, I wondered how the hell they judged that, anyway she was unbelievable in bed, my God did she know how to touch the right spots, she proposed once, just to make things more interesting that she teach me a few things in her. Nickolai was a stocky guy with a face that made one happy to not be in a dark alley alone with him in the middle of the night. Strangely, Harry knew the ugly scars and broken nose was a big turn-on for most of the young girls looking for something different at closing time. Nickolai's problem was that he really was not very skillful in close-in fighting and he was far too slow to hold his own against a younger opponent. Harry had saved his ass on more than one occasion in their black market.