Memory or fantasy?

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.

Button-fly jeans, black cotton panties, and my hand.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

Well, this is a first.

Jen begged me to fuck her. Well, sort of begged. I was feeling generous.

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

Le Trapeze is skeezy. But I don’t need other people to have fun with Jen.

Jen and I plan a date, and she submits to my requests — enthusiastically, if not immediately.

The second time with Jen, I didn’t make the same mistake. I was in perfect control.