She eerily answered the phone and yelled for our maid to bring her some "fucking," coffee. "Mary Beth, you probably won't want to read the pa...ers this morning," I warned her. "They're all full of the Billie Jean shit." "Oh my God, you're kidding," she laughed. "It must be a really slow news day. Why else would they be interested in some woman you slept with back in college?" "Mary Beth, would you please listen to me," I said seriously. "I don't remember that woman. I. The First incident is about the Bitch, my ex gf, whom I also mentioned in PART 1. So I will mention her as “B” in the texts below.Why I call her bitch is, although life is to enjoy but after commitment faithfulness is imp too.Being in relationship we should not hurt the sentiments of the other person.Continuing to do which is called bitchness.She is a girl who doesn’t care the shit about anything. Even her parents got to know her pregnancy (with some other guy) which they wanted to get rid off.. It was during my years in secondary school that I became addictive to bareback sex, my three assailants did not use condoms at anytime and their friends rarely used condoms. I was fortunate enough to not have gotten an STD through all those years of unprotected sex. It's something about an unsheathed cock throbbing deep in your butt filling you with warm creamy cum and sloshing round in it that makes you crazy for cock. Too many times have I ventured out into cruising areas looking for. .. toying with it and teasing it as I would a throbbing cock. I could hear the stranger’s breathing getting heavier as he became more and more turned on behind the door. A second finger snuck into my mouth and I was moaning loudly. I was thinking how I would love a massive cock in my mouth right now, and still fingering my now dripping pussy with my other hand. He opened the door and stood there, waiting for me to say something. I could see, by the light of the lamp that was on, a huge bulge.