A VERY PRACTICAL ROOM: ONE BED, ONE NIGHTSTAND, ONE DRESSER, A DESK AND A CHAIR. HE MOVED TO THE BED AND I WAS A LITTLE HESITANT TO SIT IN IT. HE TOLD... ME TO MAKE YSELF COMFORTABLE. I TOLD HIM: “I’M NOT SURE YOU’D LIKE THAT.” HE SAID: “WHY IS THAT?”“BECAUSE IM COMFORTABLE WHEN IM NAKED”BRADY’S FACE WENT FROM SHITE TO CRIMSON RED.I LAUGHED AND SAID: “DON’T WORRY, I CAME TO TEACH YOU. SO ASK AWAY AND I’LL TEACH YOU.”HE LOOKED ME IN THE EYE FOR A MINUTE AND ASKED: “DO YOU THINK I’M GAY?”I STARED AT. At precisely 4.15pm on the afternoon of the third of January, the coffee chop at the corner of Hunter and Bligh had five women waiting for their coffee, in front of the espresso machine. There was no way of knowing under the circumstances that each of these women were named Emily.On the other side of the world, in the New York City peak hour four strangers (three women and a man) were sitting on the same train each reading copies of "Paradise Lost."At 5.15am a factory worker in Chilli woke with. "You okay honey?" Lisa asked. I nodded my head yes. My cock jutted rigidly beneath me, involuntarily twitching with spasms of pleasure. I reveled in the fantastic full feeling of having Doug's cock stuffed up my ass. Lisa reached beneath us, holding two pairs of balls simultaneously, fondling and rubbing us both. She encircled my cock with her forefinger and thumb, squeezing tightly at the base, then sliding downward to the head of my dick. Over and over she milked my cock. My head was swimming. He kissed me briefly, looked to my eyes and said “Jennifer I really need to fuck you”. I just said, “yes please”.He kicked off his jeans and pants, went into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom and some lube. My heart was racing but I so wanted this. I watched as he tore open the condom packet and rolled it on to his cock, I reached forward stroked his cock while he was doing it. He handed me the lube and I squeezed some in to my hand and stroked his cock. A lifted my skirt, put my lubed.