Oddly this thought didn't bother me in the slightest anymore.Worse though, was envisioning Anne-Marie, the now much merrier widow, trying to match the...psychotic slut cock for cock, lost in rapture from the recent release of her long enforced celibacy. While she would probably love the raw sex, she couldn't possibly be as slutty as Trixie, but I could see her giving it an attempt. What would she think of herself afterwards? What regrets would she have? Surely I was the only possible person to. Below me." Were you thinking you'd be the human here? No, I read the book and Iknow I want some tiger-cock boat-fucking, dear." Oh. Now that does sound interesting. Though you're not really going torun as much as you are directly provoking the tiger into raping you arentyou?"Andrea's wide smile said it all. "Well we're alone on a boat and I'mlooking for some tiger dick, that's all. I mean maybe I would love to getused up and fucked by some huge beast, but the last time that happenedyou wore me. He knocked his fist into the wall. He barked out.There was no holding on, holding back. This blowjob was an incidental. Something more than he needed. He didn’t have to think about their feelings, or try to return the favor, or seduce them. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling light.Hey, have meaningless, limitless, heartless blowjobs. You know you want them!He did. He couldn’t deny what he was feeling. Sex is awesome. Just the triggers, the touch, the tension. His life was better.. Is there an opportunity here for me? Well, I would have cast someone else in the Greek active role (like me, maybe), but with the stage set, there's only part of this that I like, and fat exhibitionists aren't it, so I move on. They're apparently all tanned by the time I get back, cuz the trail is clear. BUT, happy ending, I met the k** the next time I was there, and his name was Tom, and thank god, he STILL has this huge cock, and he's not only into fat guys, so I will try to put that part of.