Shit, he thought, who could that be? Gareth was on holiday in London. It was the off-season, and as most of his teammates were in the world cup he was...left on his own, so he had returned to London to his old apartment. He grabbed a dressing gown and tried to disguise his nakedness and how turned on he was and went to the door. He looked through the spy hole and was surprised but pleased to see Theo Walcott. He knew Theo well and wasn’t as embarrassed that he had a huge boner.Hey man he said. She pushed her pussy down on my face as I came, pumping semen into her mouth. She swallowed greedily then raised herself off of me and with a knowing smile came up and kissed me my semen still on her tongue, sharing my favour from earlier.My cock was still hard so I slipped it into her pussy; she was so wet I could hardly feel her. We were on our sides kissing, my cock buried deep inside her. We stayed like that for a while then I rolled her on her back and shew wrapped her legs around me. I. He liked for me to experience his hot women. He treated his wives like objects. Shiny beautiful pieces of art. Dad liked his girls with fake tits and nice bodies. He had impeccable taste for the women he fucked.When I was eighteen, my father bought me a prostitute for my birthday. She fucked me for the entire weekend. It was an amazing birthday gift. I was a virgin until that weekend. He gave me a number and told me to call it whenever I wanted sex. The number was good all over the world. I. A snivelling, street urchin of a man. Homeless. Visaless. Running from the law. He is a scared, shaking litle bowl of jello in front of her.Her lips curl into a wicked little smile as she brings her face down close to his.?What’s your story homey?you look like a bagman?stink like one too? she sniffs at him with disgust.He raises up to a sitting position. ?Ya, I came hea on ze tramp steamah. Arrested three times. Ended up in ze jail. Fucked up ze ass sevral times! Shit beat out of me too?..