She remembered sweat, the aromas of arousal, the taste of each other, the frantic coupling and the delicious enervation that followed one climax after... another. The breezes at dawn were welcome ones, and a swim cleansed the remnants of the delights she’d experienced and had returned in full measure to others.She and Gérard emerged from the sea recovered and invigorated on those mornings, so much so that more than once they’d fallen on each other anew.Tonight, Amélie wasn’t quite as confident. Whilst the deal was in the process of negotiation, men across the city of Los Angeles stumbled upon a classified ad in phone boxes in seedy areas of town, the back pages of porno magazines and less than reputable websites. The advert read thus:Pretty 19 y-o blonde seeks men of 8 inches plus (I will be measuring) for rough, no holds (or holes) barred gangbang. Age, race, looks etc not important. Please cum to 1832 East 42nd Street, 90058 at 8pm on Wednesday 24th August.Vehicles, ranging from. As this went on I got wetter & wetter. After awhile I had the feeling my legs were being spread and I felt the touch of a tongue to my clit.It felt good; I lay there moaning in my sleep not wanting this dream to end. As it proceeded my dream lover stopped licking my clit and placed the head of his cock to my pussy lips. He rubbed it up & down, I moaned give it to me. The next thing I felt was my pussy being spread wide. Believe me Brad is not a small cocked man, but this dream lover felt so. My heart sank. My trip had been a waste. I shook my head and headedtoward the door.The other woman had worked her way next to me. "I can help you," shewhispered. "Meet me at the caf? around the corner in five minutes." Sheturned and walked to the rear of the shop--disappearing behind thecurtain covering a doorway.I steadied my nerves and steeled myself to be sold another pack of lies,but quickly walked to where she had suggested.The woman approached me at my table. She was in her mid thirties..