“And you?” I tentatively questioned.“Don’t really do labels,” he replied, before continuing, “To me, it’s only important if it’s a goo... fuck or a bad fuck. Gender doesn’t really come into it.”After a brief pause, he surprised me by asking, “Do you like massage?”“Sure,” I answered, somewhat perplexed.“Well, I give an unbelievable massage. I don’t do any of the fancy named stuff, but just a good old fashioned hard massage. My hands are very strong, and I can assure you that you won’t have any. How many times had she heard that? Too many to count, that's for sure! She never tired of hearing it though and her fingers screwed deeper inside his lovely arse as a thank you for the compliment. That brought a loud groan and a gush of juices which announced the imminent delivery of a hot, fresh load of spunk. It poured down her throat in a creamy wave before he pulled out and stroked himself off over her face, showering her with steamy drops that clung to her skin. Judy didn't care that her. A minute later her co-adulterer came out and got into the passenger seat.“You still up for it girl?” Jane asked.In reply Sue lifted her skirt to expose a naked freshly shaved cunt, “that answer your question?” And just for good measure dipped her finger into her own pussy and offered the glistening finger to Jane to suck.Twenty minutes later found the two friends walking into the lobby of the States hotel and making their way to the fourth floor. It was with a slightly nervous hand Jane tapped. Mom and Dad can’t find out about any of this.” “And what are you going to tell them when your belly starts to swell?” I hit him. “That’s what the pill is for dummy.” He laughed, kissed me, and that session was one of our hottest, ending on the kitchen table, and both of us covered in bites and his back scratched from my efforts to pull him deeper inside me. That night, I lay alone, the heat of the room stifling me, keeping me awake, though barely. The thick blackout curtain made the room.