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Judy Hires A Gigolo
by Silver-dragon (silver-dragon@bookandpoems.com)
***
The rich widow hired the teenager as her gigolo, but
the affair turned more serious. Then his world caved
in. (Fm, generational, oral, rom)
***
It was a different Judy I held in my arms. She was not
the loving, sweet, and cuddly Judy tonight. She had
changed to a voracious female animal that demanded to
be possessed. There was a wildness about her that I had
never experienced.
I had felt it as she walked in the door. She didn't
close it, she slammed it shut. She did not wait for me
to embrace her and welcome her back from her
sightseeing tour, instead she crushed me to her,
practically ripped my clothes off me. She wouldn't let
me undress her in leisure, slowly starting her
anticipation of what was to come next. She had no time
to waste on preliminaries.
Her dress and her sandals had come off in a flash;
being barefoot all I had to lose were my shorts. She
threw herself against me with a violence I did not know
she could muster. As she looked down at me she hissed
from between clenched teeth, "for our last night
together I will be in control. I will pay you back at
least a small portion of what I owe you."
She rained wet, hot kisses on my chest, nibbling on my
skin from time to time. She attacked my sensitive
nipples with a vengeance, making me squirm as strong
signals spread to my loins. As I lay on my back
wondering about her strange behavior, Judy moved up on
my chest, imprisoned my head with both hands, and
started kissing me. It was almost as if her tongue was
raping me. It was less of a kiss than an onslaught of
hot lips and a fierce tongue going into battle.
Next I was treated to love bites on my neck and my
shoulder. From there the battlefield moved down to my
belly. Judy did not dawdle; she was in a hurry to get
to her prize. Her usual gentleness was replaced tonight
by fierceness. Her mouth swallowed my dick as if this
was the last meal of someone condemned to die. Her
eagerness to bring me to a climax did not shorten the
procedure.
She moved her lips faster than I had ever seen her
before. She deep throated me every few seconds,
engulfing most of my prick, holding on to it for a few
seconds before reluctantly freeing it so she could
bring her lips and her tongue into play to torment me.
I could feel her impatience mounting and I knew that I
would reward her efforts soon and give her what she was
after.
When I could not hold back any longer I erupted
violently, shooting my sperm deep into her waiting
throat. I could feel her starting to relax, as I could
feel my dick getting soft until it plopped out of her
satiated month with a smacking sound.
It seemed that the hurricane was over, but I was wrong.
It was only a lull between storms. She stood up,
pulling me by my hands until I sat uptight on the edge
of the bed. She threw herself onto the bed next to me
and then rolled onto her back. Her arms came up to pull
me over to her and then pushed my head down between her
legs. I knew what my duty was. I spread her legs and
wiggled myself between them. When I next raised her
legs I had unrestricted access to her wet, waiting
pussy.
Judy pulled her knees up to her chest, opening herself
even more. Sweet and tender Judy had transformed into a
wild and wanton whore. I had no other option but to
attack her with the same fierceness she had used on me.
It was exactly what she wanted. One hand let go of her
knee and placed itself behind my neck, pushing my mouth
closer to her.
Judy began to quiver the moment she felt the first
contact. I started with her outer pussy lips, kissing
and nibbling gently. But she would have nothing of
gentleness, she wanted me to eat her NOW. The pressure
behind my neck told me so. I let my tongue dance inside
her, I swiped along her cleft, I sucked on her warm
exposed pussy walls. Every so often I swiped my tongue
across her clit. Sometimes I just rested my tongue
there and exerted a little pressure on her button.
When I started pleasuring her she was just moaning.
After a minute or two her moans were replaced by harsh
guttural sounds. It was not long and my highly charged
Judy started to get stiff, and then arched her back.
Her arms flailed about, her hands trying to get hold of
the bed covers. I eagerly drank her sweet juices that
started to flow, while the sounds changed again to
cries and shrieks. Her orgasm had rushed over her like
a huge ocean wave.
But I was not done with her. I just gave her a short
respite before I started again. I gave my tongue free
reign, my lips fastened themselves to her pussy and I
started to suck. Shortly I was rewarded with her second
climax. And still I stayed with her and forced a third
storm from her.
Judy was exhausted, sprawled on the bed, her legs
hanging lifeless over the edge of the bed. She opened
her eyes fleetingly. Then her mouth opened and she
mumbled what sounded like "good-bye lover."
I looked at her in awe.
"I have not seen you that wild during the four years we
have been together, Judy dear." I stared at her and I
don't think she heard me. Our lovemaking had always
been tender, designed to give maximum enjoyment to
one's partner.
"You were like a tigress at the kill," I continued.
I pulled Judy up onto the bed so she could rest
properly and soon heard her breathing become regular
and shallow. She was asleep.
Lying next to Judy I reflected on my four-year odyssey
with her, and the times I could bring her love and
fulfillment as her gigolo. The many wonders I had seen
while journeying across the globe with her. During this
time I had developed deep feelings for this beautiful,
sweet woman, who was my senior by twenty-four years.
This was our last night together.
I did not want to leave without voicing some of my
feelings.
"Judy, you lovely, loveable woman," I started, knowing
full well that she would not hear me. "I want to thank
you for the time you allowed me in your life, - no, -
being part of your life." I stopped to collect myself.
It was more difficult than I had thought to say good-
bye to this woman who, without knowing it, had burrowed
herself deep into my heart.
After I had calmed down I whispered to her, "I am happy
that you have found your love. He is a good man and I
am sure you will be happy. But I want you to know, too,
that out there is another heart thinking of you."
I could not go further. There was so much more I would
have liked to tell her, but I did not find the words.
All I could do was look at her, etching her face into
my memory; her lush lips, her dainty earlobes, her
throat that I loved to kiss, her laugh wrinkles that I
adored.
She had been invited by a lady acquaintance and there
had met the lady's brother. The following day he had
taken her on a sightseeing tour in his two-seater
sports car. Judy returned late at night. She was a
changed woman. It had been love on first sight. I met
him the next day and I could not be happier for her, I
liked Mike the moment he walked in. When he shook hands
with me we were friends immediately.
I got up quietly, found my shorts and tiptoed to my
room. It was time to pack. I had opted for the earliest
flight; I did not want a tearful, maudlin good-bye.
When I was ready I sneaked into her room again to plant
a warm final kiss on her forehead and hoarsely whisper,
"Good-bye, Adorable."
It was a long flight back to Arizona, half way around
the globe; giving me plenty of time to take stock of my
situation. I had my severance pay and a good sized
bonus in addition. Money was not a problem, but it was
no substitute for Judy; I knew I would miss her so very
much.
The flight should give me plenty of time to plan my
future. Or so I thought. Instead of the future my mind
chose the past. At once the events that led me to Judy
came back to me in full color like a movie.
I was sixteen again and had just bought an old clunker
of a car with the money I had saved for the last year,
working weekends, plus doing odd jobs like yard work
after school.
Without that old car I would not have met Judy. The
car, my three teddy bears, and I, were traveling to
Phoenix from Tucson for a job interview as a
translator. About 60 miles south of Phoenix I saw a car
on the side of the road, obviously disabled. A well
dressed girl, probably a college student, stood in
front of the car, which had its hood open. I pulled
over and parked, then walked back to see if I could be
of assistance, maybe offering her a ride into Phoenix.
The closer I came to the car and its driver the more I
was surprised. This was no 20-year old college student;
this was a well dressed 28-year-old secretary. When I
was face to face I upped my estimate to maybe 33. At
any rate, she was a classy lady with a trim, youthful
figure.
"So, what is the problem?" I asked. Then I felt
absolutely stupid. The problem was obvious.
"I don't know," she answered, shaking her head. "A
construction worker stopped a few minutes ago and
looked, and did not know, either." Despite her
predicament she managed a short laugh.
I looked at her, then at that old beat up clunker of
mine, then back at her, and I heard myself saying, "I
would be happy to give you a ride. I am going to
Phoenix, if you don't mind arriving in an old, decrepit
vehicle." I smiled by best smile at her, hoping she
would accept.
She didn't hesitate a second. She took another look at
my vehicle and laughed, "I prefer yours who stopped to
help over the Mercedes who drove by honking his horn."
We didn't talk much on the way to my car down the road,
except that I introduced myself
"My name is Judy, and a knight in shining armor who
rescues fair maidens in distress needs only to know a
first name. It's Judy, OK?" This time I noticed that
her voice had a sprinkle of mirth mixed in when she
talked; hers was a happy voice, I could have listened
to it for hours.
She looked at my beat up, dented contraption and
laughed again, a laugh with lots of music, lots of
humor, and a promise of much fun.
"You think we can make it to Phoenix in this? Well, if
you are an optimist, I will be one, too," and still
laughing she opened the passenger door and slipped in.
Before I started the engine I turned and addressed my
three teddy bears in the back window. "Hey guys, I want
you to be on your best behavior. We have a pretty,
young lady passenger going with us to Phoenix. Her name
is Judy."
Judy looked at me with mirth in her eyes. "Do you
always talk to your teddy bears?" she wanted to know.
"Why, certainly, they are my friends." What else could
I answer, I do talk to them, I really do.
We had an hour and a half to get acquainted with each
other before I delivered her to her Hotel.
In the lobby I said my good-bye and wished her happy
trails.
She pulled out a bunch of bills from her purse and
tried to push them at me. "Please take this for gas
money," she said.
"No way, Judy," I waved her off. "I don't want to get
paid for having had fun, and as you said, for helping a
damsel in distress."
"OK," she relented, "then let me invite you to have
dinner with me tonight. And I will not accept any
excuses."
There was no way I could or would turn down such an
invitation. In fact, I was eagerly looking forward to
being in her company. There was something about this
woman that made me want to be near her.
"Judy, there is nothing I would like more at the moment
than enjoy your company a little longer." I almost
blushed saying this.
"Give me a call about six at suite 601. That will give
me enough time to unpack, take a shower, select the
right dress for an evening out with a young man I just
met. There is still plenty of time to make reservations
at a nice place."
As I left I overheard her making arrangements to have
her luggage retrieved from her abandoned car.
I was glad for being dressed properly for my interview
instead of wearing jeans. When I returned to the hotel
the concierge greeted me as if I was an important or
wealthy person and then hailed a bellhop to escort me
to Suite 601.
Judy opened the door and I almost gasped. When I had
met her she was distressed, this time she was radiant,
maybe expecting a pleasant dinner conversation with her
rescuer. She greeted me with a warm 'hello' and a hand
shake. But instead of releasing my hand she pulled me
into her living room.
Her phone rang before I could select a chair. But I
didn't mind standing; I could watch her and marvel at
her graceful movements as she went to the dresser to
pick up the receiver. As she leaned against the dresser
I had a chance to study her closer.
Did I have a surprise. She had told me enough during
our drive so that I could figure her age, she was
either forty or forty-one. I wondered how she could
have the body of a twenty-eight year old, not to
mention her other attributes; a lovely face with just a
few laugh wrinkles to make her interesting, slightly
pouty lips that asked to be kissed, hair of a soft
shade of brunette with an overtone of auburn, and
perpetually twinkling eyes of a greenish grey.
Her voice was pleasantly low, with a tinge of sexy
huskiness in it.
I hoped the phone conversation would be a long one. I
wanted to study her more in detail. It was not to be,
it was a short phone call. But it definitely was long
enough to start my hormones to take notice of a lithe
female.
"Hold it, what are you thinking you lecherous
teenager," I chided myself, "this is an older lady, not
a young chick who talks only about movie stars and the
latest music CD. But she is sexy and attractive and
desirable, she is not old, she is mature.'"
I started wondering, what would a mature woman as Judy
be like. Certainly not like the bimbos I had slept with
till now. I don't know where in my body the hormone
factories are located, but I knew they were working at
capacity. My sixteen year old brain had become a movie
theater where picture after picture flashed on the
screen, all involving Judy. Not an older lady, but
JUDY.
I was still standing when she got off the phone, and
when she sat down in one of the arm chairs I did
likewise. I had myself in hand again, having stopped
the fantasizing, for the moment at least. Time went
fast and we started to develop a nice friendship.
"I became a widow three years ago," she started telling
me. "My husband was on a major stockholder of a
pharmaceutical company and due to the circumstances
surrounding his death I was offered a huge settlement.
Both of us had worked hard, long hours, six or seven
days a week to get were we were.
I suddenly realized that the past is behind me, that I
was independent and could arrange my life as I pleased.
I replaced my stuffy office with the wide open world."
We had a few minutes left before we had to leave for
dinner. I filled them with some short bits of my
current life and my aspirations.
The restaurant she had picked was definitely out of my
class. In fact, she had to interpret the menu for me; I
learned about the sommelier, about escargot and pate
frois, and many other things. She told me that she
likes to dine European style, slow, savoring the meal
through several courses, with time for conversation in
between.
"Tell me a bit about yourself," she demanded, "I detect
a slight accent that I absolutely cannot identify."
"I was born in Odessa, Russia," I started, "a port city
on the Caspian Sea. My father held a high office as a
well paid Communist Party functionary. He had traveled
around Europe on Party business and knew the world
outside the Soviet borders.
My mother was a medical doctor Dad had met while on
business in the Russian occupied German territory. It
was one of her grateful patients who agreed to help in
smuggling her out of Russia. I remember the filthy,
stinking space full of bilge water that we had to crawl
into when mother escaped, taking me along."
"How old were you when you and your mother escaped,"
she wanted to know.
"I was about four years old then. Dad stayed behind to
arrange a swindle about a boat accident and the
drowning of his wife and his beloved son. We later
heard that he had put up a marvelous show of grief. He
also had scuttled an old boat not far from the shore in
shallow water. When the military located it and raised
it they found several personal items of mother and me
in the boat, proving that we really had drowned.
"He almost did two years later. In the extreme
southwest of the Ukraine is a short stretch of border
with Romania," I explained. "He was killed trying to
cross the border there."
"This is terrible. You and your mother mad it out
obviously. Were did you go??"
"Mother had a distant relative in France, in Alsace,
not far from the city of Mulhouse," I continued. "Lots
of people there still speak German and we sort of
melted in. That's
A long odyssey followed, much spent in a small village
in the Alsace, France. Mother made sure that I did not
forget the two languages I had grown up with, Russian
and German. And now I added French as my third
language. At my age that was still easy."
"That explains that tiny bit of an occasional accent I
heard. No wonder I couldn't make out what it was,"
interrupted Judy.
I finished my story with the present. "Learning English
later was a bit harder since I had reached the ripe old
age of twelve when we immigrated to the US. And when my
mother died in a car accident I found myself in a
foster home."
The evening went much too fast. The two hour dinner was
like 30 minutes to me. I knew that the evening had come
to an end when we returned to her hotel.
I started to say good-bye, but was cut short when she
wordlessly took my arm and led me to the elevator and
up to her suite.
"Give a little time to freshen up and change into
something more comfortable," she explained. She did
change into something more comfortable. It was
comfortable for her alright, but not for me. Her gown
was more revealing than covering, and I hoped I would
not have to stand up, my dick was almost ripping open
the seams of my trousers. Fortunately she went back to
the adjoining bedroom to get something.
Three minutes passed and I heard her call me.
"Please help me find an earring I dropped a while ago.
It must be somewhere around here."
We were both on the floor side by side with her body
brushing against mine. Her body odor, combined with a
very subtle perfume, overwhelmed my senses and I almost
reached out for her.
Just then her hand slipped and she fell tight against
me. Her arm came around my waist ostensibly to steady
herself. Her body pushed me and I lost my precarious
balance. A moment later her face appeared close to
mine. Her eyes closed, her lips opened ever so
slightly, asking to be kissed.
I could not hold back any longer. I forgot the far away
earring and concentrated on the close by lithe female
body that was molded tightly against mine. My right
hand went around her to the back of her neck. My lips
found hers and savored their lushness. An inquisitive
tongue parted my lips and went exploring in my mouth. A
half an eternity later we broke the kiss.
As I focused my eyes to look at her I noticed an impish
smile flitting across her face and I knew at once, this
had not been an accident, it had been conceived and
executed by a clever, attractive, foxy lady more than
twice my age. A lovely and lovable lady who knew what
she wanted and was used to getting it; and the IT was
me, I realized.
"This is a stupid position, and uncomfortable to boot,"
she half whispered, her voice being twice as husky as
before; a voice that promised many delights. I released
her neck and rose to bend over her to help her up. As I
reached around her my hands found themselves cupping
the two lovely, firm and soft and warm, almost small
tits of hers. Her hands joined mine, commanding them to
stay where they were.
As I lifted her she had to let go of my hands for a
moment to steady herself, but they returned right away
to make sure I kept her tits prisoners. Her head
swiveled and bent backwards, her lips inviting mine for
a repeat performance.
I was so engrossed in our kiss that I was completely
unaware of anything else until I felt hot probing
fingers stroking my prick on the outside of my pants. I
had to let go of her tits when she twisted around to
face me. This time her impish grin was spread all over
her face.
"You are young, but I am sure your instincts will tell
you what to do with a lady in her bedroom after she let
you feel her tits," she said, and then added, a cattish
smile on her face, "or do you need a blueprint?" This
was just too funny to stay serious and we both started
to laugh.
"Give me a second to see if I can remember what comes
next," I answered her, still laughing, and opening the
front of her evening gown at the same time. I took her
shoulders and held her at arms length to feast my eyes
on the perfect beauty of her tits until my lips said,
you looked enough. They moved to her right nipple, very
close, but not touching. A little puff of breath made
the skin around her nipple crinkle and her body twitch.
My flat tongue swiped once across her rose bud, then
the tip of my tongue circled her erect and excited
nipple. I felt her shiver slightly as I continued to
tease for a few seconds. Her shivering increased as I
finally sucked her nipple, plus a part of her breast,
into my mouth.
Her fingers rubbing my dick, her tit in my mouth, the
feel of her warm body under my hands, her breath
blowing across my hair, the smell of her skin in my
nose; was too much for my senses. I was pushed right to
the brink of an explosion.
Judy must have felt the approaching climax and removed
her hand from my crotch, giving me some respite. I was
now ready to turn my attention to the other breast for
a similar treatment, which brought forth more shivers
and a few low moans.
I removed her evening gown in slow motion, making sure
that my hands were caressing her skin as they were
stripping the garment from her. When I was finished she
turned me and had me sit on the edge of the bed so she
could remove my shoes and socks. When she was done, she
took my hands and pulled me up.
"It is now my turn," she unformed me.
Once she had unbuttoned my shirt and opened it, she
started to scratch my chest, playfully running circles
through my chest hair with a finger. I was not prepared
for her next action. Lowering her head she started in
on my nipples, imitating what I had done to hers,
making me quiver in turn. This was a new revelation; I
had not known that I had sensitive nipples.
I marveled at her dexterity with my belt and my pant
zipper. I was stripped to my skivvies in no time. She
pulled them down as if in a hurry to get to the object
of her interest. It stood at attention as she studied
it for a moment before it vanished between her lips.
Now I was treated to a blowjob, which was not a
blowjob, it was a symphony, played by a full orchestra.
I begged her to stop, but she only doubled her efforts,
making me explode with an intensity I did not know was
possible. I had to sit down on the bed to catch my
breath and recover.
She squatted in front of me and explained. "I wanted to
take the edge off so we can make the main course last.
You know already that I like to take my time and enjoy
the moment. That goes for dinner as well as a romp in
the straw."
This woman was not an amateur, I told myself. Judy was
not like the girls I had dated so far. Maybe I should
date mature ladies in the future, instead the cute
young ones who had the looks but not the finesse.
Judy went to the living room to get us a glass of wine
to help my recovery. When she returned she sat down
next to me.
"I found that a glass of wine before certain activities
always enhances them; and served afterwards it speeds
the recovery,"
she advised me.
I believe her, because my hand, on its own volition,
crept to her thigh, stroking it lovingly. I turned to
her and as I looked into her grey-green eyes I knew
what she needed. I gently pushed her down on the bed,
her legs hanging over the edge.
For a few moments I did not move, I just stared at this
beautiful woman. I reached out and cupped her face with
my hands, bent down and very gently kissed her lips. A
kiss far more exciting than the frantic kisses we had
exchanged before. It was an erotic kiss that said 'you
are lovely and lovable and I want to make you happy'.
My right hand moved away from her face to allow a
finger to extend and touch her temple. There it started
tracing circles, it then moved on along her ear to her
neck. The finger moved again to stroke and love her
throat. Judy's eyes were closed and I noticed that her
breathing had quickened noticeably.
Judy's face was so beautiful that I could not resist
placing little kisses on her cheek, her eyebrows, and
finally on her eyelids. She drank up being loved like a
little kitten laps up milk. She was relaxed and highly
charged at the same time.
Her months without sex were at an end and she let her
charge take over. She grabbed my ass to pull me close,
her hips making up and motions. I could not let her
wait any longer. I reached down to her pussy and her
legs opened at once, giving me access. Yes, she was
wet, ready for action. As I slid into position above
her, her legs came up on either side of me.
Her whole body spasmed as I entered her, her legs came
up anther thighs clamped my hips like a vice. She was
frantic; she moaned loudly, her body moved in all
directions, but mostly up and down. Every muscle, every
part of her hollered at me 'I want to get fucked, I
want to get fucked NOW'. As her moans changed to
shrieks, her feet started to drum on my back.
Then her climax hit her with full force, shaking her,
contorting her. After her last cry and her last wild
spasm she gulped for air and collapsed. Soon she
stiffened again and I could feel her pussy pulsing as
she had several more small orgasms.
I stayed with her until I felt her body returning to
reality. It was only then that I released her. I lay on
my side beside her so I could look at her and let one
hand stroke her body.
She was still panting heavily when she sat up to stare
at me. "Are you sure you are only sixteen?" she asked,
to which I just nodded. I then apologized to her for
not having been as loving as I am normally, and that
there had been so little foreplay to get her ready.
Judy looked at me for quite a while before speaking.
"Don't apologize. There was no foreplay because I just
couldn't wait any longer. You see, after my husband's
death I was celibate for almost two years. My first
lover lasted one month, the next about a half a year. I
was almost getting desperate when you appeared. Having
met you just a few hours ago I felt as close and
comfortable as if we had been together for months."
I decided to be bold and open up. "It is really
strange, I also feel as you do. I am so happy to that I
met you and could spend a few hours in your company.
But I am also sad to think of the distance that we will
be apart soon when you move on." I choke on my last
words.
Suddenly she pounced on me. "What are you trying to do
to me? With al this talk going on I am almost being
talked out of my pleasures. You made me a present of a
much needed orgasm and you are lying there without a
finish."
I was looking forward to be treated again to a
symphony, but this time it was a Wagnerian Overture
where the Valkyries were riding the sky amidst thunder
and lightning. She held me captive to the last drop.
Judy sat back on her haunches and laughed. "The
unexpected ones are the best, and I am glad I could
surprise you. Let's take a shower, then we we'll talk.
There are a few things I would like to say to you."
She smiled at me and when I got up she put an arm
around me and walked me to her double size shower.
After the shower we dressed in silence, each lost in
their own thoughts. Judy was still here, but I already
felt a great loss. I hoped I would get some mail from
her from time to time and maybe even a photo. And I
better remember to ask for a picture before she leaves,
I said to myself.
It was obvious to me that something was bothering Judy
as she dressed quickly and left for the living room to
sit down in one of the arm chairs. She looked pensive
when I joined her a bit later.
Her opening sentence surprised me. "Move your chair
close in front of me so I can see your face as I talk
to you." She leaned forward and started, haltingly at
first, "you told me that you were sorry I was leaving.
You already felt a loss, you said. Well, it does not
have to be that way.
I want you to listen to me with an open mind and heart.
I am going to offer a solution. I know only what little
you have told me about your situation and I must guess
at the rest. If I am guessing correctly my solution
might work just fine.
I found you a very mature person, a man who wants to
cherish and please his lady. A man who is considerate
and sensitive. You opened up your character for
inspection when you stopped to help a lady with a
problem. You refused to accept money for the ride, you
clinched the evaluation when you tenderly told your
friends, the teddy bears, that you had a new passenger.
I am proposing to you a position with me as my friend
and as a gigolo. Being my friend I will pay all
expenses, and as a gigolo I will pay you a small salary
so you have some spending money of your own. I have
always had the urge to see the rest of the world and
now I have the means to travel and satisfy my desires,
and having you as my companion will be twice the fun."
My jaw must have dropped sometime during her talk,
because I suddenly noticed that my mouth wide open and
I quickly closed it. Goose bumps crawled over my back
and my heart thumped wildly in my chest.
She had more to say. "This arrangement is an open ended
contract with the following conditions and clauses, -
blah - blah - etc."
I followed her up to the first 'blah', then my mind
went blank. All I remembered were words like 'solution'
and 'friend', the rest was friendly noise. I had been
willing to agree to anything she proposed before
listening.
After the first shock wore off I jumped up, embraced
and kissed her with so much emotion that it almost
overwhelmed me. After I came back to reality I had to
ask her a question that had just popped into my mind.
"Judy, I am wondering how much of our relationship is
proper to show, and how should it look to the public?"
She burst out laughing hilariously and then explained.
"When you are rich, nothing matters. People think that
with the rich the abnormal is the norm. So don't worry
about that."
(Continued as 'MY JUDY RETURNS')
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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