But there was nothing there. "Where is it? I can't see anything,have you lost it? You do know that without it you are illegal, and thatmeans a fine of...400 thousand yen or 3 months in prison?"Before I could say anything he continued, "Why are you dressed likethat, you are not Nippon?"By now I was exhausted and exasperated: the hangover had long gone, butI had not slept eaten or drunk all day and was shattered by his attitudeand Mrs Sumo's fingers were still deeply into my shoulder. My wholestory. That did it. We undressed on opposite sides of the bed and I got in behind Julie and lifted the covers. Tom stood, his stiff cock near her face, but still not getting into bed. I fondled Julie’s tits, pinched her nipples, and she woke abruptly, startled and rubbing her eyes. She saw my naked friend and turned her head to face me. "What the fuck are you doing?” she croaked.“We’re going to fuck you,” I said boldly but anticipating a volley of abuse.It didn't come. Instead, Julie grabbed Tom’s. It was too tight and, not to be immodest, but I have a rather large cock; I didn't think there was a woman on the planet that would feel comfortable putting Little Monster in their heinie and ... well ... I really, really wasn't into hurting my partner. Especially not the incredible woman I'd married.I met her junior year at, of all things, a frat party. I played football, offensive guard, in both high school and college so naturally I joined the Phi Gamma Omicron – the athlete's fraternity –. I knew that whores sold their bodies for money, but I also knew that people used that term to describe someone as dirty, low…..and that part of my brain loved that and my traitorous pussy got even more wet, and he laughed. He passed with his finger under my panties and caressed my pussy lips, and then put his finger in my mouth:- Taste yourself, young bitch.I licked his finger and my juice from him. Well, I tasted it before from my own fingers, so I knew the taste, but this time it was.