“Wait a minute,” he said when I finished. “Your sister’s actually talking to this guy?”“Yeah. She can get through to him better than I c...n. So she’s my best bet to get those last few pictures deleted.”“You don’t feel weird about her seeing you naked?”I was quiet for a second. “Well, hopefully she doesn’t need to... I mean, I don’t think either of us want that. Hopefully her friends can run interference or whatever. But even if she did see that shit, better her than the rest of the. Almost automatically one hand went to her pussy. She was swamped, oh boy, mommie likes it in her ass! As one finger moved lazily across her clit and dipped into her, he kissed her, “Marnie, the best ever, you are the greatest fuck in the world!”Marnie was so wired that just that single slow moving finger was driving her up another wall of pleasure, “Oh hon, not me, us, we’re the great ones, never came like that, I think I blew all the wax out of my ears,” She smiled and hugged him, one hand. I decided also for some black sexy stilettos, to wear with seamed stockings…I thought that I would look like a bitch for these African business men…The night before leaving home, my beloved hubby was obviously in the mood for a good fuck session, since he was also leaving town for some days. Victor suggested I should wear seamed stockings and some ultra-high heels for him. As soon as I dressed like this, I started to feel very horny…I got a deep red lipstick which matched her glossy red nails.. The son-of-a-bitch broke my collar bone, whacked my ead into the concrete curb and ignored me, now lying in the foetid liquor streaming out of the restaurant dumpster into the gutter. When I woke up I shivered, wept and wiped the snot from my nose. That was the last fucking straw. I was coldly bitter. No more "Beautiful Loser".I was a backpacker for ages before my body and my lack of control got me into the fat man's death spiral of hypertension, bad joints, diabetes and atrial arrhythmia. I.