The first thing I wanted to do was get out of this thong. I was in fora big shock though as I opened my underwear drawer to find no boxersbut about tw...nty varying styles of thongs and panties. With shakinghands, I slowly pulled the pink one I had been wearing back up and puton my trousers.No-one could see it I thought, so next morning I went to school onceagain wearing a thong, this time black and covered in lace, with coupleof small red bows on either side at the front. I don't know what. " Roger flinched and swung open the door. "Come in, you sick fuck." As soon as they were inside, John had Belle strip naked. He showed Roger her tattoos, his fingers running over Roger's wife's skin like he was showing Roger a lawnmower or a vending machine. "This one," John said, pointing to a tattoo on her lower back in an Arabic script, "means 'anus only'. There's one more you have to see," John said. He smacked Belle's bottom and said, "show him the picture of the daisy." For the first time. I gave her a couple of licks and she was coming, as she moaned and groaned she released a small amount of juice, as there wasn’t any of the usual motions I presumed that was her first time. As I stood up and pulled down my shorts, her eyes widened as she saw my rock hard 6”, pulling down her knickers I said “Lean on the bench” as she got off and knelt over the bench I spread her thighs.Teasing her cunt from behind she was breathing heavier, as I pushed my cock into her she gasped, as we started. I also liked artful and tasteful dramas but I didn’t like dumb comedies. I shunned romantic movies. I’m not a romantic at heart. I’m an atheist, yet you could say that I am a lifelong member of the Church of the Pragmatic. Two plus two equals four. I believe in what I can see, and even that I take with a grain of salt. The world is what it is. There’s very little anyone can do to change it. I am not a hero. I am not a bringer of change. I am nobody’s knight in shining armor. I’m just a man. I.