(I wanted to scare the shit out of him so hewould stop screwing around with every gay on the street) you know those teststhat I took yesterday...They ...ay that you are lucky this time. You don't haveAIDS yet. But if you don't stop screwing around with every gay man on the faceof the earth your gonna get it.I felt the need to give it to him straight. Because what he was doing waswrong. Not because he was gay, but because he was putting himself at risk ofcatching the disease as well as becoming a. .Paul said “Not again?” when I called for help I said “Just shut up and help me again!” He laughed at the vase stuck inside my anus “Nice touch with the flowers though!” he stated as he removed once again the super glue from my anal ring my asshole looked like the Grand Canyon when the vase was pulled out I didn't tell him about her foot or that I came twice during the ordeal but I thought to myself hell she could have killed me twice and didn't I also thought how beautiful she was and how. Our hands are busy feeling each others bodies. Her skin is soft and warm right now. I take off her shirt and this time she has a white bra on. She reaches around and unsnaps it and flings it off and grabs my head and pushes it to her tits. "Suck and bite my nipples" she saidI have no problem doing this and as I am doing that I reach down by her still clothed pussy and start to rub."Finger me, finger me now, and hard!" she told meAgain I do what she says and stick my hand down here pants and her. He placed a hand on each shoulder, barely touching, and drew them together as the slid up the sides of her neck. His fingers tightened.tensed up in fear, remembering his hand on my throat earlier. He pulled me to him, turning my face more toward his, then kissed my lips, a light, fleeting touch that was more like a promise then a sexual exchange. I sighed, part relief and part arousal. It was a caress, not a threat. His hands moved up through my hair, feeling the thick locks, and smelling my.