I just happened to be around it. I think though, that I was making excuses. There was a part of me that tried to justify what I was doing and why. Ove... time though I stopped fooling myself.If I'm honest with myself, I got into it simply for the attention and to be desired. I'm not being overly critical of myself, just honest, when I say I'm a very plain looking person. Nothing wrong with it, simply the way some of us are. The spots I went to were visited by either gay men or straight/bi men.. "Yes Danny" she hissed, "Fuck me Danny, fuck me!"I felt the trembling beginning in my legs and knew I wasn't going to last long, she sensed it too and urged me on with her lips at my ear."Come for me Danny, come in my cunt!"The trembling seemed to increase as she bucked herself back at me to meet my thrusts, it was difficult to say who was fucking who, she moaned and I felt her stiffen."Yes, oh God yessssss!" and lost any vestige of control that I may have had, I lunged forward and erupted,. Charles put down his drink and reached out and took Connie's hand. He squeezed it tenderly as he continued to speak."You know," Charles said softly, "you really shouldn't let this bother you." But it does," Connie declared firmly, glaring into Charles' eyes as she spoke. "After all, what makes us any different from Clyde, if we go around abusing people for our own pleasure?" We're not abusing them!" Charles protested, "at least not maliciously. What we did with Amy and Ms. Reed today were. Ghosts...”“I think most of the farangs are just buffalos...” Karen said. (“Buffalo” being a derogatory Thai slang word for stupid person.)“They’re big, with big buffalo penises, and usually fat and stupid like a buffalo.”“They’re walking ATM machines...”“They’re butterflies, flying from girl to girl, bar to bar, massage parlor to massage parlor...”“Flying buffalos...”“The good farangs, mostly, like from movies, TV, they don’t come here ... The farangs here are so old and fat, missing.