Picking up her bra I held it to my chest. Looking in the mirror something stirred inside me. Giggling I put it down and took my shower. Going to bed I... couldn't stop thinking about Megan's under clothes. Peaking out the door, I seen her and Mrs Scott were in her room. I turned on the lamp and went through the dresser drawers. One drawer had pants folded up in it, another had shirts. Socks and tights were in the third one. Opening the fourth drawer I was suprised at all the different types of. I am never going to reveal that I am a bi. Well, now coming to the story, that day I was so desperate to have sex that I forgot everything and just exchanged number with a guy in chat.We decided to have fun next day. I called him next day. We decided a place where I can pick him up for my home. I reached at the place waiting for the guy. I saw a guy crossing the road. He was searching for someone, so I figured out that it’s him. He called, I saw incoming call and I waved to him. I picked him up. At what point the intrusion would start to hurt a little, I honestly do not know. I imagine it would start to be painful as more of the head entered me, stretching the first ring of muscle, the same as when a woman loses her vaginal virginity and her walls are stretched to accommodate the penis. I may see myself wincing in the mirror, the first flash of pain showing on my face. I may feel like stopping for a bit, or I may go on, telling myself that soon it would pleasurable. I prefer the second. “Will Griszelda be with you?” I asked him, and then turned to Mimi. “Griszelda is Hassan’s donkey,” I informed her.“No, she does not like the desert; travelling to Abu Sultan was enough for her. I will leave her with Fatima.”Fatima was a washerwoman – washer girl – with whom Hassan had struck up a friendship.After breakfast Thomas MacKay brought two horses and a camel drawn cart to my tent. He and Hassan had already loaded the cart with their baggage – plus a small European type tent and food.