Shared ... swallow his cum ... yes! ... Why not? ... Spit. No saliva, ... didn't spit ... shared... } I got me a hip thrust in return, a thrust that I...took as agreement of her impending cum swallowing. Another notch for my bedpost! Now we were racing for a climax. We didn't cum together but we weren't that far apart. We laid there trying to get our breathing down to normal, as soon as I could, I kissed her in congratulations. "You're pretty good at this fucking thing, wonder how far we'll go?". I turned to look at her and she stuck her tongue out at me. Her friends all congratulated her on her wit.The crowd parted as I approached, opening the way for me to reach the table with the women who had my skirt. A couple of teenage boys called me a faggot queer and a fucking homo as I went by. The teenage girls at the next table reached out and flipped up the hem of my slip as I walked past them. More laughter followed.I stopped in front of the table of women. They were in their late thirties. I haven't broken your resistance yet. It's a pity." He moved off of the bed. She was desperate now. So she said the one thing that she knew would stop him cold in his tracks. "Fuck me."Anders froze. Carissa licked her lips. "I want your cock inside me. The pleasure you give me...it does mean something. I know you aren't completely evil. Part of you cares about me, in your own sick, twisted way. I'm…I'm…maybe that's why I'm tired of fighting you, okay?" She widened her legs so that he could see. I gave the handle a test, and it wasn’t locked. Slowly I opened it and peeked in. There she was, standing by the vanity, facing me, with her back to the mirror.She was smiling at me, and I guess I paused for a moment, admiring her body. She was wearing a short floral flare dress. Maybe five- foot-six in height, shapely hips, smooth skin, bright eyes, and a million dollar smile. “Well are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to get in here and fuck me?” she demanded,.