A politician, a communicator... man-of-words, erm..." said Sarah, hopefully, thinking at speed."Ahaaaka! Ahanka nanan hahagi amumu eke!" declared the ...ask in a loud reedy voice and waving his arms and staff.She concentrated furiously, translating in her head as he spoke;"See all you! See how the Nature has revealed this white fertility spirit to us!" "Oh no..." she whispered to herself, not liking where this was going. He continued talk, and she continued to keenly listen;"See how the Nature. Very gently, I start to move my hips, allowing my aching cock to rub between the glorious globes of Janice's perfect bottom. She doesn't stir, until I let out a groan, the sensations almost too much for me."Ready to fulfill my offer?" she says, pushing herself back against me, and rather foolishly I nod in reply. She giggles.Opportunity only knocks a few times in one’s life and this is one opportunity not to be missed.I lean over to my suitcase on the chair by the bed and reach for the lube. ‘Actually, I’ve decided I don’t want to see you any more… you’re too ugly and boring.’ I watch her malformed features transform from bliss to disbelief and then burst into tears. I just love watching the effect I have on a slut when I dump her… it’s almost like a second orgasm. ‘Please, please… please don’t dump me… I really love you… you’re the only man who ever made me feel good about myself…’ ‘Shut up will you and pass me your phone… and hand me another tenner… I’ll need it for the taxi. It was in April the year I turned 13. My mother was busy at the kitchen table, there was wrapping paper, bows, and what I learned was a pink satin panty. I had never really thought about women’s undergarments up until that point.“What’s up Mom”? I asked as I stashed my books on the desk beside the table.“I am getting ready for Katie’s lingerie shower,” she said as she fussed with a pink satin ribbon she was making with a little bow maker jig that she often used to make bows for gifts.I was.