We argued when not in bed.I didn’t see her after that till the next Christmas when I back in New York City.It was a warm reunion. She had missed me ...nd she, too, was often on my mind. She asked about the girls in Hong Kong. She said she knew me and that I wasn’t living like a monk. I told her there was no one special.She had cut her long hair and was wearing it in a short, fashionable bob. I told her I always loved her long hair. She told me she was a modern woman and that long hair wasn’t. His arm was released and, with a disdainful snort, the man wandered off to find a more profitable mark, absently scratching his nose as though trying to scent money.The Rough Guide to Turkey had warned Mark of such people and he had taken the advice to heart, safely packing his cash into an old sock at the bottom of his pack. The pack never left his sight and he held onto it with a grip that wouldn't relax unless extreme force was used. Another good reason to keep his pack close was the stash. " Thanks MJ, you're a peach." Come on in the bathroom with me Ralph. You can do me while I'm getting ready to go."In the bathroom she took off her robe, spread her legs and leaned forward over the sink. She supported herself with one hand and said, "From behind Ralph, do me from behind."As Ralph slid his cock into her Mary Jane was using her other hand to brush her teeth and when that chore was done she picked up a hairbrush and started working on her long red hair."How you doing back there. My tongue slid all around the head of his dick and I got my first taste of his (or anyones) sweet, salty pre-cum. The taste both revolted and aroused me. I loved it. Oh, shit… Youre a fuckin natural, baby, he moaned, thrusting his hips forward to fuck my face thoroughly. I looked up at him with both scorn and lust in my eyes. Dont even fuckin try to act like- Oh, shit- like you dont like it, he growled as he gripped me by the hair and roughly jerked me back and forth faster and faster. Fuck… Im.