’ Yet, over the many years we were together, she passed every test of strength that I gave her, the same ones that I had failed. She was right. I wa... wrong. Compared to her, there was no comparison, I was the weak one and she was the strong one. I was the dumb one and she was the smart one. She possessed the strength of character that stood her strong against temptation. My character was weak and I succumbed to every woman who gave me the eye. Yet, she was strong enough in her self-worth and. We used to have sleepovers at each other,s houses and we used to have mutual masturbation sessions. It was dirty mags Julie,s father bought that gave her the idea to eat my pussy and it was only fair I did the same for her.” “You,ve eaten pussy then?” I asked taken aback. “Oh Yes! I really liked it and am quite surprised you haven,t eaten mine yet!” she answered. “I,ll change that now.!” I told her and immediately began to strip her clothes off. At that time we,d never had a threesome before,. It was a jolt of fear in dealing with such a sexual woman, combined with excitement. Excitement won.“I grew up in Slovenia, where we have a different attitude about sex,” she explained.She lowered her voice. “He didn’t know it, but Donald rarely fucked me when I didn’t already have another man’s cum dripping down my legs. Or, sometimes it was the other way, I would make love to him, knowing I had another lover waiting to see me in an hour. I thrived on the excitement and the variety.“I had. And he noticed, all right, I could feel it in my brittle bones. ‘Let’s find a table.’ I suggested, and he took the lead, toward the back of the room, choosing a table for two with a candle burning. A waitress welcomed us, took our drink orders, then disappeared, hips swaying negligibly in her black hot pants. By now, the blonde was finishing her set, down on her hands and knees, ass facing the audience as she fingered her vagina, to roars of applause from the men. I thought Jeff was going to.