Okay, are we good? Sure?Then I think it is time to introduce you to the unlikely stupid Mainmoron of this hideous story. Curtains up for Frank Frankst...er, the self-proclaimed manliest man alive:Prolog: The damn consciousnessThe train was so damn long, and it wouldn't shut the fuck up."So, I mean, who asked me? Did anybody think about what I would feel? I go on a straight line with not so many curves from fucking Tokyo to fucking Kyoto and back, and this every fucking day!"Frank evaded a very. It had amazed her, she couldn't remember her husband doing it like this, not even in his hey day.She let his burning prick loose, and went into the bathroom, there she washed her face, but not before wiping his cum up on her fingers and licking them clean. Mark on the bed, had grabbed his shirt and attempted to clean the wall down, but the stain was there now, and to him it was an obvious cum stain. He wondered what the cleaning crew would think, it didn't bother him one jot.Emma came back and. Clara and I chatted much about my failed relationships and the troubles she would have with her boyfriend. I enjoyed these chats because we could joke with each other about our problems and we always knew what to say to each other. We were almost comparable to Jim and Pam on The Office before they got together. I am your average guy, 6’4” and built like a football player. Girls would always joke with me that their moms wanted them to marry me. I guess I am a nice guy but have trouble finding. I felt Tamsin pulling me away gently and a few meters further on we watched another young couple. This time a pair of beautiful, smooth, naked legs were wrapped around a bobbing head of black curls. A gentle chorus of sighs and moans led my eye up to a pair of heaving breasts with pert pink nipples; like the first rosebuds of spring. The woman looked up and smiled when she saw Tamsin and I looking down at her. Further on, another woman wearing a revealing black lace top bucked on top of her.