It was the first time any man hugging me. He was touching my belly from behind.He whispered in my ears that I was looking sexy that day.After a little...time, he asked me if I was alone in the house. I said yes.He was delighted to hear it.I was leaning on the table to my problems and I suddenly felt his touch on my bare skin over my exposed belly. I gave him a stern look.He told me that it was too sexy for him to resist and was massaging my back. I was continuing to do my problems he slowly. I had previously agreed this was an acceptable way for her to initiate.“Linda Brown” (8,680 in the United States), my polyamorous girlfriend and fellow sex worker, stroked my rapidly hardening nipples and licked my earlobes.“Good morning,” she whispered seductively.“It’s about to be,” I mumbled provocatively.Linda is a warm and deep shade of brown. I have a slightly lighter, medium-brown complexion. I am somewhat taller and leaner than her. She has a fuller ass and heavier breasts than I. But I've never been with a woman before."She blushed prettily at that admission, smiling widely at me. "It's OK, baby. Just follow your heart." I could, mommy. But then I would just be pleasing myself. I want it to be good for you. I want to be your lover."She moaned again, and her heat seemed to increase again, the damp spot steadily growing. "And who better to be with the first time than the woman who loves you most, baby?" I nodded, relieved that she was willing to accept an untried and. I used one hand to spread her lips and took my cock with the other, aligning it for entry. Quietly, calmly, she slid her hand over the entrance to her tunnel of love. Again she spoke in a whisper."Aren't we forgetting something?"As soon as she started to speak, I knew what she was going to say. All I could think of was where I could find a hole to crawl into, to hide from my own stupidity. The condoms, bought so recently and forgotten so quickly, were in my jeans on the floor. I heard Carrie.