So he was, I was laterto find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was tooforeign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. ...With him, I developed ataste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it,the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.His taste for liquor was just aseclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batchBourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought. I’ll go with you to ask tomorrow.” Donna pushed Patrick onto his back. “But first...”“How can you want more at a time like this?” Patrick smiled up at her as she mounted him.“This isn’t my first rodeo, cowboy.” She slid him in. “Danger is my middle name.” Her hips rocked back and forth slowly. She built up to speed. “Plus, you seem eager and ready, too.”“I can’t believe we’re going to save the world with my stuff inside you.” Patrick laughed at the beauty and absurdity of the moment.“Me .... . She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various places and when i looked down at her petite bod and saw her plump pink nipples hardening under her braless t-shirt,I knew what she had in mind.We bought our tickets and waited in line as the sweet scent of cotton candy and carnival treats wafted through the still summer air.We were now at the front of the line and entered our favorite ride at the carnival "The Zipper" a ride with small cages that. Gabe took up a position behind the strange figure, fixing the light of his flashlight on the fat, glistening asshole the lion was sporting. “This is so fucking strange,” he muttered under his breath.Just behind the other rubber lion statue, Michael was eyeing up its plump, puckered hole and thinking the exact same thing. However, with the amount of money he was about to score, the young man decided he could put up with it. He rolled up his sleeve and leaned in until his fingers made contact.