"You're so fucking gross," I laugh, pulling back and thrusting again, but only a soft squeak escapes this time. Disappointed, I pull out completely, b...ck up a few inches, then slam back in. A short but louder sound, juicy, a wet squelching sound. Back out, slam in again, a longer squeaky fart from her used hole. This is so fun. I try different angles and speed, trying out different disgusting pussy farts, until her vagina gets used to me and stops doing it. I slap down directly on her asshole. The thing is if you sleep with that new person, you can’t have sex with any of us again, without a quarantine period and complete STI testing,” Monica explained.Karen said, “How do you feel about having a baby?”“Well, I was hoping to keep my pussy nice and tight for a long time so I’ll get laid more. Besides, I’ve never had sex that made me want to get knocked up, but maybe Mr. Paul will change my mind,” Mele said.“Let’s say you do want to give Paul a baby, and you have a little girl. How do. Come on in."He stepped back and before I even had time to decide what I should do I found myself entering the room. There was another man sitting at a table in front of the window. I didn't know him, either. I turned back to the man who answered the door and choosing my words carefully so as not to say anything that could be taken the wrong way I said, "I don't understand. I thought I was meeting Tommy here."He gently but firmly guided me into the room. As he did he said, "Tommy might stop by. Maybe I dreamt it. No, it was real. Lightly pressing my ear to the door, I can hear a woman’s heartbeat, no one I know. It’s racing, and either she is very tall or her feet aren’t touching the ground. A slight moan escapes her throat, and her body lurches against the door again. I recognize it now. It’s him. It’s the same intermittent cadence, the same pauses and shuffles. He never did that to me. I should be the one on the other side of that door. A reflexive twitch of lustful anticipation.