Don’t I have the right to the opinion that was a bad thing? Pray tell ... how did you decide ignoring how I would feel was a good thing to do?”Fay... could see where my questioning was going. She did NOT want to go there and shook her head irritably. She tried to regain some of the high ground by ignoring my questions and returning to her own agenda.“Matt, baby, you know I wasn’t a virgin when we met; you even know who I was seeing back then, remember? And I know who you were with, too—it was. He remembers the sunlight, she was lit from behind by the rays in the dusty room where, in a corner, laundry was hung out to dry. And she let him undo the clasp on her bra and slowly pull her girlishly unmatching underwear down, and they were both gloriously naked, him just starting to put a little weight on, and she, lithe, expectant, already moist, small breasts heaving, nipples hard. And they lay side by side and face to face on the bed, his hand on her waist, trying to control his. “Have you ever had ten-inches before Troy? Do you want to blow me while Marta watches?”“Tell me about your ass fetish and make it happen, lick and kiss my ass for me,” Marta tells me again as she turns her back on me and leans on the tall hall table as she looks out the window across the city view.“I have had an ass fetish ever since one of my early girlfriends, actually an older woman flaunted her forty-two inch ass for me. Not as good as yours though,” I mutter diplomatically as I enjoy. Then again, how do you know it isn’t lust on his part? It isn’t as if you have any competition on 2214. He might well be seeing you as the only pussy he’s likely to have a chance with. Then again, does he have a chance? What would you do if he grabbed you and pulled you into his bed? You know enough self-defense to hurt him if he weren’t expecting it. A shot to the balls to get away and you could set off the return beacon. Help would be here in a few minutes to a few hours.With a shock, the.