. Bitch". She just looked at me with a look of shock and hatred. "Yes I called you a fucking bitch because that is exactly what you have turned into s... don't act so surprised" I snapped at her. Her face grew red as she screamed "Well fuck you, don't come into my house and call me a bitch, just pick up your shit and leave." "Don't get your panties all in a bunch" I replied back to her. "Don't you wish you could get in my panties you fucking pervert. I know you stare at me." Fucking bitch" was. .I'm, I'm COMING!!" And that was exactly what I did.My first spurt of sperm blasted out a surprisingly long distance, but landed in a long, ropy stringer across Mara's belly, which was followed immediately after that by a second spurt like the first, and then a third, and a forth, a fifth, and even and sixth, and final spurt; with each spurt slightly less than it's previous one, until my balls no longer had anything left to give up.Mara smiled."That was a big load for you!" The way she said. You see, for a good part of my young adult life I was what might have been called ‘sex addict.’ Between the ages of 18 and 30 I fucked anything and everything. I just couldn’t get enough of women. I loved their breasts, their thighs, and the pungent aroma of their arousal. I would have screwed an anaconda in those days. During those years there was no emotional involvement mind you, just mindless sex. By the age of 31, I had met a woman I thought I loved and married. For a while the beast had. He led her to a table on the side of the faux-paneled room with its ornate coats of arms, and they sat and put down their work. "You have to fetch beer here, no waiters." He remembered his long-ago trip to England with his wife and their time in a smelly pub, a very misty memory."I'll get it," she said with a smile. "My idea; my treat."She went to the bar and asked what they had on tap and then ordered a couple of mugs. He watched and admired her lithe grace, her bobbling curls. She put down a.