I carried on thrusting. You could hear squelching from her cunt, and it was oozing out around my prick and running down the crack of her arse. “Oh,...un, un, arghhh, fuck, that’s goooooodddd.” I rolled off of Natasha, my cock was soaking and the smell of spunk filled the air. Natasha lay with her eyes closed, her fingers were idly playing with her tits and pussy, she was basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. After a while she sat up and looked at me, a satisfied grin on her face. “You. “My turn.”They call me Simon. My lovely ladies were Ashley and Manny and Solance and Constance and Kelsey and Kris. Ashley, of course, was nine months pregnant and would deliver in a few days. A woman had to have some mystery and my understanding was that babies didn’t arrive on any sort of schedule. Manny, Solance and Constance were all six months pregnant. Kelsey and Kris were not—and wouldn’t be for several years.“There was a very brave man named Peter Wolf,” Kris spoke. I struggled to pay. .. I didn't respond well to subtle encouragements. Girls would usually seduce me when both of us were high or drunkI remember some of their faces, a few of their names and one or two landmark experiences. Mostly I remember the feeling of crawling out of my skin, standing next to the bed and saying, "Wow! Look at that, George! You're really doing it!" Not much to write about, I'm afraid. When did I become confident of my sexual attractiveness? About a year after I got married.Fourth, I wanted to. But she seemed so peaceful I just decided to enjoy the show. So stare I did. What are you staring at? she demanded, suddenly awake. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself. It reminded me of her days as a modest teen. She seemed quite agitated. Oh, no, I thought, my worst fears are coming true. I… I… nothing… I stammered. Jon, I saw you staring at me. What on earth could you have been thinking of? I could just see myself taking this cab right back to spend the night at the.