. to love and to be loved. But I’m pregnant, and I won’t kill my baby, or give it up for adoption, and ... I was a prostitute for three years, Ste...e. What man would want me? To bring up another man’s child?”I stopped and turned to face her, took her other hand. “Dora, I like you. I admire you, your strength, your talent, your determination to do right. And I really liked waking up with you in my arms. I don’t do casual sex. It has to mean something. It would have to be with someone who was. In the East I was told it was just a hick town, no night-life and the kangaroos run all over the streets.In the distance I could see the outline of tall modern buildings and as far as I could see was houses, not the hick town as the Sydneysiders said.I left a fit eighteen year old and now I was even fitter my muscles had hardened and I think nothing now of walking fifty kilometres a day. I'm a bit taller as well. When I left I was six feet five but I am sure I've put on at least another two. Chris began to suck and his mouth instantly filled with the clear slick, salty juices oozing from the stud’s prod. Chris’ cock was pushing against the leather of his boot/tights, they were almost drenched with precum and an obvious wet stain was spreading over the thin glossy leather encasing his swollen cock. Chris began to rub himself as he worked his head back and fourth on the stud’s stiff member - his groin making involuntary thrusts against the gloved hand sliding over it. Again, the stud. You look at the handsome man standing in front of you and you look down to buldge that has formed in his pants. It’s impressive and part of you feels good that you can still have that effect on a younger man. You start wanting it, to see it, feel it, suck it, have it inside you and you wonder how far this is going to go.“If the club soda didn’t work there’s one more thing I’d like to try. May I?”You know he’s asking your permission. You want it. You can’t help yourself. “Go ahead” you hear your.