.” she replied, “I don’t want to mess up your relationship.”Bev snorted, “We’re not exclusive. Go for it.”Deena considered for a moment....“Do you have any rubbers?” she asked, “I didn’t even think to bring any.”“We don’t use ‘em.”Deena felt a little thrill in the pit of her stomach as her mind, unbidden, shifted to the thought of Jim’s unprotected cock inside her. However, logic won out over nature. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she told her friend.“What if I told you that he had a. I paused long enough to bring a cool bottle of champagne and three glasses. They were both trying to impress each other with tales of terrible cruelty to male partners but I was just listening with a small degree of attention.I was still thinking about the drunken communications room supervisor from the Canadian Embassy who admitted to me that she was a “gender-changed” person who should have been born a female to begin with. I was a bit put-off at first but he or she was so sincere in a. We both ordered a cocktail and some starters. She told me, “You still looking at ha? Why don’t you touch it?” I slowly grabbed her tits over her clothes, my finger swirled around her areolas. I was hard as fuck. She kept her hand over my crotch just tapped with her finger.I opened my legs a little then I held my arms around her. Our drinks and starters came, this will help me loosen up a little. We started drinking, and she started talking about her funny sex situations, especially about a guy. "Never mind," the black man said, standing up. He was just a hair taller than Jake. He held out his right hand. "It's nice to meet you, Jake. I'm Bigg G."Jake shook with him. "So I finally meet you," he said. "What do your friends call you? Bigg or G?" They usually call me Gordon," he said."Gordon?"Gordon shrugged. "It's my given name," he said. "Gordon Paladay. I figured I'd sell a few more records if I went by Bigg G." Yeah," Jake said. "I suppose you might have a point there."Gordon told.