'I'll resign,' Daniel murmured. 'Go ahead. I'll still go to the police. Tell me,' she asked curiously, 'whya prostitute?' Daniel blushed but said noth...ing. 'You're reasonably attractive,the girls fall all over you, why a pro, why Xenia?' Cripes , Daniel thought, she even knows thename! I'm in deep shit! His face was red and Brenda shrugged. 'Some men seem to fancy it, I suppose.I'll never understand men,' Brenda said, almost to herself. 'Have a good night,'she said with a small laugh and. "Hormones. You must be horned up all the time, son." There he went with the "son" thing again. "Seeing you hard has got me a little horny, too," he continued. "Mind if I let my dick hang out? These shorts are tight." Before I could say anything, he was already pulling the zipper down. "Ahh, feels good to let it breathe." And there it was, the first dick I had ever seen other than my own. I couldn't help but stare at it. A thick vein curled from just below the mushroom head. ‘Hai Allah, aap ka lund bahut barda hai. Yeh meri nanhi si bur main kaisse gussega? (My God, your cock is very big. How will it enter my small cunt?)’ she exclaimed. ‘Very easily, like a hot knife going through butter,’ I said, ‘now undress and get into bed.’ I watched her as she undressed. She opened the zip of her upper. When she saw me looking at her she bowed her head in shame and turned her face away. She took off her upper and drops it on floor and then she opened the naught of her lower. We met on the beach- me, my best friend, him and a few of his friends- an innocent group of young people having fun on the beach. To me it felt like all those other people were camouflage, an elaborate type of scenery setting- all that mattered was the electricity between the two of us. We kept drifting together, holding hands, flirting, touching briefly. We didn’t notice how the time passed and how the people around us dispersed. We fooled around on the beach a little longer- kissing hungrily,.