"So she wasn't selling it on the street, but if she met someone in a lounge that she knew, she would screw them and then beg them for money after," I ...aid. Monk nodded. "What if they said no?" I guess she didn't do it with them again," he said."I think that is still prostitution, morally if not legally," I said."Probably," he replied.I finished my beer and stood to leave. "Thanks," I said."For a blow job I'll give you a meth lab. You don't have to worry, I sure as hell would never tell anyone I. She looked at me and said "Jeez if only my husband could do that." Then she crawled on top of me and slowly started guiding my dick into her wet pussy. For already having a k** she was still pretty tight and that helped me have a little more fun fucking her than it already was. After a nice slow start I quickly ramped up the pace and fucked her for all she was worth and she came first her pussy tightening on my dick sent me over the edge too cumming inside for a good 5 or so gushes. And at that. The thrill of releasing this emotional surge that has been slowly building up means everything to me and yet I don’t know how I will do it. How it will start. But I know where.I have a plan which starts the moment I open the door to my flat. I quickly pierce the cellophane foil of the ready meal and throw it into the microwave. I take a bottle of wine and open it, pouring more than a glassful and gulping it down. Not that I need Dutch courage to do this, I don’t, I just like wine so much. A. "She took the money and ran. Problem solved. I couldn't believe it worked. I was pissed about throwing away what was probably close to $100 Canadian. However, sometimes you gotta pay to get ahead. Or get head. The moment the door closed behind Britt I was all over Chrissy, horny like you could not believe.She wasted no time unzipping my pants to let my cock free. She immediately started sucking and licking my shaft. "You have a nice cock," she said between slurps on my Johnson.I pulled my suede.