.. you can fuck me , however you must make me come, you can shoot your spunk but then you go, you do not stay the night as I want no complications”....So to me married men were always a safe bet. The ones I met, certainly did not want to wreck their marriages or have an affair, these guys loved the fact they could get away with a good fuck. I just loved using them, they may have thought they used me, but no it was definitely the other way round. One afternoon during the late 90’s while working. Sarah would have a gap year to last a lifetime. Wouldn't it seem entirely natural for two young women to go travelling together, for security and companionship? Maybe we would never return, or not until lesbians were treated like normal people. Was there anywhere we could go where life was like that? Berlin ... or Paris ... America. New York, Los Angeles, perhaps San Francisco, if the rumours were right...I knew was going to have to break it off with Ed, and tell him something close enough to. Tears flooded her eyes, but not tears of pain, tears of joy, emotional tears, mixed emotions. She hated this man, wanted nothing more but to see him die a slow painful death, but he had brought her the single most intensive orgasm she had ever had. She knew she wanted more, knew no-one could give them but him, but also knew that she would never again feel the same, never again feel a cock inside her, never again feel the sublime feeling she was in the throes of at this moment.?Okay Lisa. The. If you want to head west you need to be on the other side of Omaha. People heading west gas up there and don't bother stopping here." Tell me about it," she groused, staring at the ground. Disappointed in his apparent refusal the girl turned to start heading back to the restaurant. Why haven't they kicked her out yet? Anthony wondered, looking at her tattered appearance."Where did you say you were going again?" he called after the girl, who spun suddenly, a hopeful look once again crossing her.