Vanity. Ares

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eaten a burger that day. Funnily enough Martinq
offered me a plate full of food, I ate it happily and
drank down a little milk even. I assumed the
threesome built bridges perhaps normal
discussion could not? I did not know. Although
we did not talk as I ate, as she seemed to be
studying. But after I finished my milk Martinq
simply said in broken English: “I like your dick!
it’s even better than Gerard’s, his has a strange
arch that I don't enjoy...” I did not know what to
say, but I thought as we had been acquainted the
night before that it was perhaps ‘Kosher’, I
remember thinking. So I thought after the
chicken, and the milk and the lack of apathy, that
it would have been rude to refuse her use of my
tools. I saw it as just a tool. So we went in the
bedroom as I had done the night before and again
I had started to give her a good rogering, yes a
solid rogering that we were both fully immersed
in. Before Gerard came into the bedroom. “What
is this?” he yelled. I turned my head and looked at
his face and said: “We had a little chicken and she
wanted a little going over,” I did remember using
the word: “going over” because that is what it
seemed, it did not seem like some sort of "affair",
at best it was bad scheduling perhaps. But, an
"affair", no! It was nothing of the sort, I had no
feelings for Martinq and we spoke more in the
time we had intercourse than had we spoken
since I had arrived. But Gerard did not see it as
any such thing. He was incensed and me and him
got into a mighty fracas; of course he threw the
first punch and I threw a right hand that seemed
to have knocked him out. I put my clothes on and
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