Mutant John wants to kiss me a lot, so I refrain from my preferred red shade and go for the dark peach lippy I had on when we first met.It was some mo...ths previously, and I had been traded on the Love Exchange, which meant I had sex to repay other people’s debts. Mutant John is a large, sixty-year-old Hell’s Angel with long grey hair, a beard, and a Harley as monstrous as he is. He was owed drug money by a man called Ronson, who I had literally whipped into a frenzy to repay the debt owed him a. Whenever he ventures out in Greenwich Village, the masses usuallyvocalize their protest against his bizarre clothing choices; 'Hey `Nony!No', they chorus - usually with some considerable feeling. Over theyears this has had quite a depressive effect on his personality, asperhaps you may imagine.One of the oddest was one of his early forays en femme. If I recallcorrectly, it was his choice of skirt made of dried spaghetti stitchedto a canvas belt - worn as a hipster - that caused all the. Gobbet after gobbet of semen spurted out over his chest and stomach. Matt flopped back breathing hard, with Becky still kneeling astride his leg. His penis had flopped half erect and his semen was trickling down his side. Becky picked up her panties from the bed and used them to wipe his semen off his naked body and penis. She climbed off him, put her semen soaked panties back on and came toward the camera. With that the video ended.I watched that video a couple of times more, playing with my. My passion was rapidly building from the adrenaline of my run and my imaginings of her naked body. She seemed to be on her way out, but made it clear I could stay. "Anything else I can do for you before l leave?" she said as I necked a glass of water. I was horny as hell, so I tried my luck. "Casual sex?" She was silent for a long time, smiled and replied, "No - you cheeky sod!" After a long pause, she said, "So you think about me like that then....?" I half laughed my reply. "Look at you!.