She had changed she was a different woman entirely.It was really amazing, she thought with a kind of detached wonder as she hugged and kissed this man...who only a few days before had embodied every bit of meaning in her life. She felt absolutely no guilt, no remorse, no shame. It had all been purged out of her, along with her moralistic viewpoints and attitudes, by the thundering rampaging cocks of Mark Marlowe and Wafto, the stunted little dwarf, the loss of virginity of her mouth and her anus,. Do you think we could invite Kazumi round for dinner again?”“Of course. Pervert? Do you want to show off in front of her again?”He deserved the slap, “I want to have a chat with her about us and everything that’s happened and hopefully sooner rather than later.”“Sure, any reason for Kazumi or the rush?”“Although the others have been supportive, it’s Kazumi that was brought up with the 'who' not being as important as the love. She may have more thoughts on how to talk to people about this.“Also,. ...in Jessie's bedroom...laying on her bed with his cock out and hersmelly sneakers were right next to him. Oh, god. He grabbed the right oneand slid his cock inside. It was still warm and he felt a slight wetnessfrom her foot sweat. His cock lurched as soon as it rubbed against hershoe. He then took the left one and placed it up to his face and startedinhaling the sweet, pungent aroma that wafted into his nostrils. He waspumping his cock with the shoe and it only took a few strokes before. We were public, we were visible, and we were clearly not jumping each others' bones, at least where the rest of school knew.So, did that answer why? Probably not. People don't want answers, they want guilt trips. They want tormented self-confessions. They want their own experiences to be validated.I can't help it. I found sex to be fun, even before I knew I was orgasmic, or, better, multi-orgasmic. A girl can come and come, and come again. That happened that first weekend with Eric. Actually,.