I don’t have a husband, father or older brother to boss me around and tell me what to do, where to go or how to live my life. And I absolutely love ...very moment of it. Freedom is the most precious thing in the universe, next to breathing. I do whatever I want. I sleep with whoever I want. I do my own thing. Fuck those who disagree. I live in an apartment in the Vanier sector, on the eastern end of Ottawa. It’s a neighborhood full of immigrants from places like East Africa, the Arab world and. She smelled good. She tasted good. She felt good. I was in heaven! I stuck my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it with abandon. I started touching her breasts - she was just wearing a tiny little cover-up. I opened it - and guess what...This beautiful, sensuous blond had an enormous cock! I'm talking bigger than any of the boyfriends I had fucked. And it didn't seem that odd, this giant cock poking out from these curvy, girly hips. It was fucking sexy as hell! I put my hand behind her head. "Well, I mean, it depends if you wanted to hang out some on the couch." Yea, I'm not really THAT tired myself, let me go grab the blanket and I'll be right back."I came back down the steps and saw Tim standing right by the couch and I walked over and handed him the blanket as he both sat down; Tim almost dead center of the couch, basically exactly where he was sitting last time, placing the blanket to his left, and I sat right next to him."Thanks." he said as he placed the blanket down. It was. I walked into the kitchen, turned on the overhead light, and found a bowl to pour the cereal in. I found some strawberries in the fridge, got them out and put them near the sink to wash and clean. While I was cutting the strawberries, I heard a flushing sound from the bathroom. “Oh god, I hope it is Melissa and not Cathy”, I thought. I peered around the corner to see if Melissa had gotten up and was in the bathroom but she was still asleep in her bed. I went back to cutting the strawberries.