Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly mistake Peter: he is very sane, very respectfu...l of women. Many would call him a male feminist. He is polite in conversation, never without a witty saying, and verbose in action; he doesn't treat his female counterparts like slaves, nor does he allow himself to be treated likewise. He believes in equality; and for this men envy him, and women want him.Peter's father was killed in a car. I was horrified, but kept fucking her though slowly now. "Of COURSE not honey! I am fingering my cunt and was when you called. Just remembering that fuck last night...and pretending that Peter was fucking me." A pause and then, "Really? That would be understandable? You mean if Peter fucked me you would be understanding about that...oh...you would love that?"Darlene grinned up at me, covered the phone with her hand and whispered, "He thinks I need to fuck you sometime!" She went back to. She invited me to come as I couldn’t go home. She opened the door in a low cut blouse and a transparent saree. She was hot. I kept on staring at her. She went to the kitchen to get food. The way her ass moved felt like an eternity.I kept my things and the gifts on the table and went with her in the kitchen. She looked at me and smiled. I kept my hand on her shoulder. She didn’t mind. I rubbed her other shoulder. I moved from the back. I kissed her neck she moaned slightly. I whispered I wanted. Hell, from my standpoint we did a whole lot more than click. I wanted her from the very first second that I saw her and she did seem to be interested in me, but having been involved with one cheating whore I was all that keen on becoming involved with another.I had no reason to believe that Pam was that kind of woman, but two ex-husbands did make me curious. Did they kick her out or did she dump them? I couldn't see any reason why any man in his right mind would let Pam get away without a.