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A long time after my adventure with Tyrone had ended, it seemed useful to reconstruct the entire affair, to try to place it in its proper perspective. I was uncertain that it could be done at all, even less certain that it could be done truthfully and objectively. But I resolved to try. After a number of false starts, one version emerged which on examination seems reasonably close to the truth. For what little it can teach you, you arewelcome to it. Note that I describe it as an adventure rather than an affair. Affairs I have had before, but never anything resembling this in the slightest. No, adventure it is, or perhaps exploit or better yet, escapade. Pick the description that pleases you best. But whatever it was, a love affair it was not. The incidents described here are actual, though they may seen to have been romanticized somewhat, and perhaps they were. Details may vary slightly from fact. If so, the reason is obvious- memory is irregular and faulty, and none of the events, unfortunately, were recorded as they happened.

'Anne' still held the bigger grin, and we could all see 'her' proudly-cum-stained tongue. Fin looked bewildered for a second (a facial expression I thought looked very out of place with her facial piercings and general tired don't-fuck-with-me-I'm-a-chick-with-an-attitude thing) jail rape and then drew a gasp then applause from us all when she gulped... like a cartoon swallow; then licked her lips. WOW OH WOW!! I saw for the first time she had a pierced tongue as well... but a small gold pyramid shaped stud above and beneath rather than the silver bar that 'Anne' sported. FUCK. I bet that's a fantastic blow job to get! And no wonder Yannah is bi/lesbian... I'll bet once you've had an oral orgasmotron like that dive into your snatch no man can ever compare. I prided myself on how hard I'd made Yannah cum with when I went down on her back in the club despite this thought.
Chrysler was eventually coming back to his senses and smiling very sheepishly by the time our sweaty Puerto-Rican friend turned up with the pizza, finding the munchies untouched. "You no like?" he asked, motioning the table. "Everything's fine thank you. " Yannah ventured with a sweet smile, as if the debauchery had never happened in the man's restaurant. "OK. You like my pizza, 'uh? Enjoy. " We did dig into the garlic bread, dunking it into now lukewarm spaghetti jail rape sauce and got through about a third of the seriously average pizza and got a cab back to Chrysler's flat. Once again our host sat up front with the driver, but this time Yannah played tonsil tennis with Fin on the way back; and I had an uncomfortably enjoyable hard-on brought on not only by watching the show but also by 'Anne' refusing to keep 'her' hand out of my pocket and tickling me through the thin material.

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