”“Cunt?” he offered.“Is that what the women you bed call it?” she asked with her eyes wide.“Nope,” he replied without further elaboratio...n.“What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means they don’t call it anything because there have never been any.”“What!” she screamed, utterly incredulous. “You’re a man, and men fuck women.”“And you’re a woman,” he replied. “What do you call it when a man is fucking you?”Now Kim was standing up straight. She had withdrawn her hand from his cock and now stood up. “I’ve read about it,” Aron said promptly. “Are you sure you’re okay? Please tell me I’m not scaring you off right now.”And now his best friend sounded a bit worried.“No, no, it’s nothing,” he hurried to say.“Good, for a second there I feared I broke you. You know, maybe I fucked your brains out or something,” Aron snickered, like a schoolboy bent on doing something naughty during study hours.“Look who thinks he’s funny,” Carter commented dryly. “Just you wait until I grab hold of your ass and I. As the speed of my breathing increased, she had a huge smile on her face before giving the beer bottle a virtual blow job.She was on sexy lady and things were getting very tight in that CB.Putting the beer down,Honey, I'm going for a swim. Join me?" No, I did already twenty laps." OK, how about when I come out, we take a shower together and figure out what to do about dinner. Maybe go out locally. After that we can talk some more." I like the idea of going out but I prefer to take a shower. Either way, here it is.** It was just another day. That thought echoed loudly in Doris’s head. ‘Just. Another. Day.’ Her eyes peeled themselves open and she waited for the image to come to focus in the mirror. The eyes looking back at her were red and haggard, sunk in and rimmed with dark circles. The cheekbones protruded and the former attractiveness that she had never noticed was long gone. The only thing that remained were the freckles, those damn, disgusting freckles, and her unkempt, oily.