. ARE YOU A MALE TART? Am I going to get an itch, or catch something off you?" I asked"Well, no, I mean I usually use a condom.. but" "BUT? You weren'... wanting to with me? What does THAT tell me?"I was teasing a bitWe quickly agreed that he would use one when he was fucking me up the BUM, but not in my pussy. I was rather greedyabout feeling him fire off his load inside me, I do love to feel the ejaculation.I warned him if I experienced the slightest symptoms of any STD I would get hold of his. Then I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her.My other hand reached out to push the bottom for the twentieth floor…Now we were alone in that cabin. After the doors closed, my lips were crushing hers and our tongues furiously slapping each other. Our breath came in short sharp gasps and that sexy bitch grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my mouth harder into hers…I shoved my hands up her blouse, grabbing her tits roughly, squeezing them hard. I spun her around to face the mirror and. For the first time, I understood the motivation for the half-smile that Marla had made famous.I set an impossible standard, a standard of living that we were taught from birth that we should be able to reach, a standard that we abandoned as impossible by the time that we reached our twenties. I destroyed the comfort of abandonment because I met that standard, and made it look easy with the help of a cadre of production designers, assistants and technicians.I smiled that half smile to let you. His two thumbs slipped in easily, releasing the scent of sun-tan oil to combat the urine and worse in the blocked toilets. His fingers roamed forwards to stroke their sex, feigning surprise to find bollocks and not cunts: “you very naughty c***dren, getting me all worked up like that – I’ll just have to fuck your boy-cunts instead”.His thumb rotated inside Andrew’s guts, until he really wanted a cock up there, but then the bell rang for the end of break.Mr Jones handed over two jewelled butt.