. "TURN THIS OFF!" Too much for you?" I asked. "See.. I told you this probably wasn't your type of movie." She replied with "No, I'm so fucking turned... on right now that my underwear is soaked!" This had never happened before while we were dating, so I asked her to show me. She refused. When I asked her why she said no, she said that if she showed me, then she would need to be fucked. I wasn't really in the mood, but something about her denying my request stirred something within me. Instead of. My fingers went back to work. My kneesgrew weaker as I visualized this make believe guy pushing it in andout. Almost without thinking my thumb sought out my clitoris andmassaged it gently. With my free hand I played with my breasts,massaging the nipples and imagining that he was kissing and sucking onthem. Just as I was about to climax I heard the front door open. Ifroze there in the shower. Not making a sound. My heart was beating sohard that I almost thought it could be heard in the living. That afternoon, I went to an internet cafe so I could email my family and let them all know I had arrived safe and sound. I looked up from the screen and my breath caught in my mouth. Standing in front of me was a man dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked at me and said, "Excuse me, darlin'; you from around here?" After I managed to focus again I said to him, "Um, no; I just came here from South Africa. I don't know anybody here yet so I just came to hang out here for a while.". Maggi was 6’ tall (former college Volleyball Player) dark brown hair, brown eyes and “A” cup tits. She was Italian, had gorgeous tan skin and a beautiful bushy pussy. (She did her best to trim it because she wore small T-backs to the beach.) Maggi was in great shape, her muscles were toned and defined, when she flexed or was siting up you could see her six-pac abs. Her ass was round and firm. Maggi loved it when she went to a male dominated place like a hardware store or big box store. She.