Most guys don't give a rat's ass about who they're fucking. I don't mean just those in the business. I mean in general. Most guys would stick their di...ks into anything warm and wet if they knew they wouldn't get caught. The guys in the porn business just get paid to do it. Sorry, Walt, Sean, I don't mean to lump you with the rest." You're not wrong," Walt said. "It's just the getting caught and castrated thing that makes me stop. It's the same reason I don't rob liquor stores or drive 150 miles. Some stay forthe weekend in a hotel in the Village and on Friday's go to the clubrestaurant for dinner, en femme. I would like us to go." I'm not sure. Let me think about it. I'm not saying no but it wouldbe a big step."We did not mention the subject again that night or during the rest ofthe week. I knew that Victoria would not let it go and I knew that Iwould end up agreeing to go but I just could not get up the courageright then.On Thursday evening Victoria persuaded me to go out to. Have faith that the love you both have for John is more powerful than her hold on him."Van Helsing held something out to her and Helen bowed her head to accept it: a crucifix, fixed to a chain. Gwen took an identical one, though she fingered it doubtfully before tucking it into her blouse. It was a grim day outside, and the sisters approached the flat without speaking. The unease Gwen sensed coming from Helen was awful. Since she began her recovery they'd become easy friends again, like when. Dee looked a little nervous, but she saw the look on my face and smiled as Mari's fingers clasped onto her nipple. Mari crawled forward then, her large tits swaying below her. She kissed Dee on the lips and Dee kissed her back. Both women were feeling the others tits as I lay on the floor going fucking crazy. Mari whispered to Dee and they both stood up and removed their shorts. They remained in their panties which had wet spots in the crotch.Then they looked down at me and gave me a look. .