Do you expect me to believe you have suddenly gotten timid?" she asked."Good point, I suppose." I said it but I knew that I would miss my tools. "Even... so you know that I am going to feel naked. I really would love to have at least one real weapon maybe just a shotgun." Well there are some good ones made in Italy maybe you could buy one as a gift and carry it around wrapped in Christmas paper." Jen suggested with what was almost a teenage girl's giggle."It's June Jen," I said in a light hearted. I wish I'dbeen born in Canada. My sister married a Canadian and she just had a babyin Winnipeg. The doctor didn't even ask her if she wanted the boy cut.They hardly do that anymore up there." Not like here," Ed said. "Last year my sister had a boy, and she andher husband almost had to fight off the doctors who wanted to slice him.Lucky she married a lawyer. When the doctors found that out, they backedoff real fast." We were all hard now, and I appraised Fred's prick. Hehad a thick shaft and the. I close my eyes and try to think about anything else, when I feel her cock being pushed inside of me. She didn’t take the time to get it wet, just shoved it inside of me, and I feel myself being ripped apart as it goes in. The hard plastic against my pussy makes me shiver, and she pumps it in and out a few times and luckily enough I’m wet enough to make it not hurt. She smacks me hard across the face before pushing my legs above my head and pushing back hard inside of me. I cry out in pain and. A few months ago I would have felt self-conscious about what had just occurred. Now I found myself empowered by it. Whether it was my maturation, the gained experience, or the cocaine, I was becoming more comfortable with my sexuality. After having only had sex with one man for the four previous years, I had now had sex with seven men in a matter of six months - not counting my ex-boyfriend. My sexuality was no longer stifled, and I craved more. To be honest, I enjoyed the attention. Sex.