But then Crystal entered into the picture. John had met Crystal at a party he crashed in Malibu. They hit it off right away. John was so enraptured by...her beauty and grace. She was a fashion design student at UCLA. They dated for awhile and John eventually moved into her apartment. They were discussing getting married by the end of the year. But Crystal’s parents didn’t approve of John. They threaten to cut off paying for her schooling. Then they offered to send her to Paris to continue in a. For most men that would be the first thing they would say.’ I thought that now was the time I could say something, before she started again. ‘I didn’t mention it, because it was immaterial to my feelings. You did say that you would explain it when we are in bed together, well that may never happen, or it may be a year or two away.’ ‘Well, when that happens, and it is a when, Jack. Not an if, I will explain it, but I made my mind up, not to do anymore. It wouldn’t be fair to my lover or dare I. I figure I've got a long life ahead of me, long and sweet, and filled with laughter and exceptional orgasms thanks to the fucking cunts in the world. I guess I owe them that, but I don't regret what I do, not for a minute because I know the world's a better place because of me for so many reasons. Anyway, I think I've got a good fifty years yet to eradicate cunts from the world, and depending on how many I actually have time for, I think I can off at least ten per week, and that would add up. She asked me where I needed to be and where I would like her to be. So I told her that it would be great for her to sit on a chair facing the bed and I would sit in front of her on the edge of the bed. My hands were shaking I was so nervous and my cock was pounding as well. Once we were in our positions, I heard mom mumble something to herself and shake her head like this was not a good thing but…she just kept looking at the floor and slowly untied the belt on her robe. My eyes were popping out.