Some would call them imperfections or flaws. I can't call them that because I had found them attractive. The little bit of flab on her belly, a few st...retch marks on her thighs and just a little cellulite on her ass. Tan lines from her bikini top formed two perfect white triangles over her breasts. Her ass was only a little less tan than the rest of her body. Grabbing my cock she let out a little moan and began to handle it. I let out a deep sigh as she began to stroke it and lick it's head. She. But he was by far the most appreciative and nice guy who’d fucked me. It was obvious that the other two boys had enjoyed fucking me, but to them I was just a piece of pussy and nothing else. Karl thought I was special. I was his first and he wanted to remember me as being someone he liked and someone who had enjoyed fucking with him and not as a piece of arse.While the other two guys laughed, he fucked my to orgasm two more times and whispered to me telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. He. ”“Sure, so how do you want me?”“I want you on your fucking hands and knees like the nasty whore you are.”Jackie almost came just hearing this disgusting talk. A day ago, she had only been fucked by one man and now she was being called a whore and she guess she was. Will pulled off his pants and underwear and she got in the position. She handed him a condom which Sandy had left on the tray. Will threw it back on the tray and positioned himself behind her on his knees. Jackie grunted as he. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. And with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only suspected!—terrorists, I wouldn't submit a goldfish to that type of "interrogation."Come to think of it, that wasn't about to change—either my own views or the serious possibility of that kind of response if Asmedogh clammed.