Anyway I can tell you, I’m downright wet!”Before Aniah could respond to Marcie’s bold statement, Marcie swung around so that she was just inches...in front of Aniah, her hands on the wall on either side of Aniah’s head.“I’m like really, really horny, Aniah. I’m like a fuckin’ bitch in heat.”“Yeah? Um, I’ve never tole you but I fantasize about getting tied up and all that shit.”Marcie lit a cigarette, and her eyes widened. “Shit ... you should have told me ... well, we can always get some scarves. But he had other plans for her this time, he took her hand and led her to a pile of cushions onthe floor,choosing two he placed them on the floor and pushed her down so she had one undereach knee, he pushed her legs apart until she was stretched wide but not enough to beuncomfortable, he felt her pussy and was happy that she was how he wanted her, he knelt infront of her and ran a hand over her breasts, gently brushing her nipples, it made her shudder,as tingles ran through her body, her. Let me explain; I am Peter, Tommy my mate and I had been coached about sex by my mother, Tommy being an orphan, who lived with his gran, we had fallen as folk do into a sexual routine, Tommy visiting mother usually once a week, and usually on a Tuesday for some unknown reason we never mentioned the weekly trysts or compared notes at all it becoming one of those taboo unmentionable subjects between good friends.Mother tended to have him to tea on Tuesdays, and once dad was out in his shed, they. I've had anti-terrorist training. And I was a military cop in Berlin in the 70s when it was the Wild East. I guess it's just ingrained now."Luis poked his head over the top of the bar."You're going to owe me big time, McCarthy."His gaze ran from one end of the building to the other. Six dead men on the floor. Maria bent over Macario, sobbing. Five barflies and port workers who had picked the wrong night to come in for drinks standing up and wondering if it was safe to bolt for the door to the.