For the next hour, two more Black guys, and one Mexican fucked Marcy. One other Mexican got a blowjob, while the last guy, who seemed to be about 60 y...ars old fucked her ass. When it was all over, as I was helping Marcy dress, the Bartender came over carrying Marcy’s pocketbook. He had her driver’s license in his hand. He asked me for mine, and compared that we had the same last name and address. He said, “Okay guys, here’s the deal. My names Bill, I know where you live, and I have at least two. On the bed beside me is the magazine I bought in the sex shop in the airport just after I landed. On its cover is a picture of a girl. She’s standing, just in a bright coloured bikini bottom, with big naked breasts and long blonde hair down over her shoulders. Her thumb is hooked over the top of her bikini and she’s pulled the top hem down just far enough to show a wisp of her brown pubic hair. I gaze at her big breasts, the bulge of her sex mound under her bikini, that cunt hair, those smooth,. I rolled my tongue over each one and made little designs around each one, I felt them getting harder as she started to quiver in excitement. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. She moans and pants for air as I suck harder. Her nipples begin to turn bright red as she squirms. I slid my hand down between her legs and pushed in and started she started to moan even louder. I sit up and unbuckle her belt and unzip her jeans. I run my finger tips along her panties and rubs. Fagen asked, "is that still the case!?!" "Of course it is," Marcia replied sadly, "who'd ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!" "Why do you call yourself a cold fish," the doctor asked, "the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!!!" "Oh, I suppose so," Marcia replied,.