’ Clearly you didn’t graduate with top honors from Stanford if you’re stuck here too.” We laughed and she continued chatting, “…I like it ...ere. I’m not cut out for Broadway, and here I get leading roles easily…And what do you do?...So you’ve been to Martinique? You know our creole?...A few words is still a few words more than anyone else seems to…How did you get interested in our islands?...So at least you’ll have a warm place to move to when you try to find a job with a degree about our. They could hear our raised voices, thuds and thumps. Concerned, someone had called the C.E.O. of the company to check on us. The room smelled heavily of our sweat and the odor of our sex. Damn perfect to my nose, I thought. I wished I could bottle this wonderful aroma.“Yes Babe, cum for me and don’t touch that beautiful cock,” I shouted, “Cum all over us.” I continued to ram in and then pull out of his hairless ass. God, I needed to unload. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.“Fuck. First, you have to talk yourself into doing it, and it really wasn't all that easy even though it was my idea in the first place. All kinds of thoughts bounced around in my head. How do you find a guy with a big dick without coming across like a pervert or an idiot? What about the possibility of disease; of the man having a big mouth and telling all his buddies? What if she liked it so much that she became dissatisfied with me and just wanted bigger and bigger cocks? If I get past all that, how. Soon my dad came into the kitchen and hugged me. He asked if I wanted to stay the night and help the Millers get stuff together, finish the dishes and maybe say goodbye to the house. I nodded numbly. It wouldnt be like it had been, but it was better than going home. My parents left, then I heard the younger boy say No Tom go on, well be fine. And another car pulled out. I peeked into the living room and saw Charles Miller and Sheriff Owen staring at each other like two goats about to lock.