“Practical. Let your face speak for you.”“I’m not much for make-up. I thought you figured that out by now.”“I was hoping you’d say that....I was thinking that maybe you were marshalling your funds...”“Oh, yeah ... Denizens of women’s shelters are all about financial choices.”“Don’t be mean,” I said. “I’m not a big fan of all that goop anyway. But no. You’ll see that most of the females you’ll meet today are of similar opinion. And your face is more than adequate.”“I’ve always wanted to be. As if answering his prayers,Bruce pulled away. But this was short-lived as he felt Bruce lifting hislegs up."No!" William screamed once more as he felt something touch the folds ofhis wet vagina. Before he could register this feeling, Bruce shoved hisdick straight in. On feeling this invasion of his body William wasfinally able to utter a small yelp to which Bruce mistook as a moan."Ha! I knew you bitches always like a good fucking," He laughed as hehammered his dick in and out while he groped. We kissed and headed for the door.“You’ve just had something nice to eat?” remarked Carol with a mischievous smile as we set off.We walked through the grounds of the hotel and then onto the beach beyond it. The sand was white and soft and seemed to go on for miles. We both took off our sandals and walked barefoot. When we reached the sea we walked through the gentle waves arm in arm. We talked about nothing in particular and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on our faces. It was clear to both of. He said that he wanted me to be free like Jeanne. He wanted me to enjoy other men. I don't understand why David wants this lifestyle, but I'm now convinced that he does want it and I have to admit that I want it too. Before I met David I was a slut. I used to hate that word, but Jeanne has convinced me that it's just a name for a woman who freely enjoys sex with variety of partners. When I think about it like that it doesn't bother me, so now I brazenly admit that I used to be a slut and I'd.