Com/photos/gallery/8292475/148902204 http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/10459141/212318253 https://it.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/8813488/161029296 ht...ps://it.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/9616326/183447180 https://it.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/8813480/161029129 https://it.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/9616316/183446640 http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/10634723/219335804 https://it.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/10827993/227855571 http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/7679917/135716455. * It was the fifth day of interviews and publicity events for Vic, Dee, and Lisa. “We are going to have a photo-shoot and sit down with some columnists,” Vic said and kissed Lisa and then Dee. The kisses were wet and sensual. “Where’s Lord Harold?” a reporter shouted. “He’s touring in Europe,” Vic said. Later, Lisa and Dee sat down to with local entertainment columnist. “The ‘director’s cut’ has the media buzzing. Was it post production?” he asked. “What did it look like?” Dee asked. But I knew one thing. I had learned an awful lot about myself, in what seemed to be such a short space of time.As I looked on letter number three, I reflected on my previous conversations with ‘M’. I was desperately trying to interpret in what direction the contents of letter number three would lead me. I decided that I could come up with all manner of scenarios but let’s face it – I never saw the last two coming at all. Certainly not the last one; the memory of her lips on mine still resounded. Big wide brown eyes that reminded oneof those Jap cartoon ladies. I could imagine her doing anything, anyone and sayingno to nothing.And I mean nothing.But wow, she had an aura of scintillating perversitythat hit like a steam engine around six inches belowmy navel.Now I like only two things in life… Guns… AndSex… long, hard, sweaty, oily, screaming, gruntingscratching clawing intruding sex. Something like thatis hard to find. And moreover a person who can sustainthat kind of.