He wants to make sure she’s a Comfortable Slut. Even so, she asks him to fuck her like she’s a Cheap Slut, a Worthless Slut. Clara #6 is a silly C...ara - she always has worth, always to The Mystery Man.He can feel tension building below the waist. Anyone would. Enhance. Enhance. He knows that he’s addicted to Clara - gripping her skin, the feeling like hot silk. Listening to her screams and moans, the most seductive sound on Planet Earth. The song of the Siren. The grip of her pussy, as if her. The mere sight of two naked women got most guys harder than ever. They greased my cock and balls and ass with baby oil. I got really hard. Then Gloria mounted up and pulled kegels along my dick while her naked helper du jour whipped the shit out of the plaster. Gloria was really good at holding that tantric edge, oh so close but not over the orgasmic edge. I don't think my dick was ever that hard. (wouldn't that go over well?) When the plaster was ready, Gloria hopped off my near orgasmic. " Laura was cold. She couldn't let herself be any other way."Look, maybe we could get together again. Just to talk, you know?"Laura felt a sharp throbbing pain in the pit of her stomach. I don't think I can take another rejection from her, she realized. But she also couldn't resist, couldn't forsake the chance."Okay." How about... you know, now?" Now?" It was eight o'clock on a Friday night."My kid is staying with his grandparents. I ain't got nothing to do." I don't either," Laura said,. Like their shirts with the dealers name on them? and a good pair of denim trousers and a black leather jacket?" Heck yeah Ella, that is part of biking, wearing good jeans and fancy shirts that tell the world I am a biker."Later at supper."So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face and yeah the macho image of a guy in the U.S. riding an American made bike." Well I am glad you did not buy one.