She could feel the pain between her legs, the soft throbbing. She knew instantly she had been raped, even before she saw the dried virgin’s blood on... her thighs. Melanie let herself break down into sobs. She couldn’t believe this had happened to her. She wanted to save herself for the man she loved, but her virginity had been cruelly taken from her. She hated being naked, and she put her dress back on. Her panties were too torn to wear, and she couldn’t find her bra. She just wanted to get. I had always liked Max, thought he was sexy with his wavy brown hair. But we never got together. It just never worked out. One of us was always in a relationship when the other wasn’t. Still, he had a great body.Then Max spoke in a quiet tone of voice. “You know what else is great in the naked outdoors?”“What?”“Sex.”“You’ve done it here?” I thought there might have been a reason for bringing me to a closed up nudist club.“Not here. With Andrea Jeffries. On the roof of her apartment building. She was unbridled within her dance of offering. she was unconfined within her dance of offering. she was simply set free letting her sprit flow. As a dancer she was the one with the free spirit. her graceful moves capturing Mine eyes totally. With her gift of dance she was expressing herself giving back all that she is with passion and moves that only can be born with deep abiding trust…deep abiding love…deep abiding passions…so warm and giving that it expressed sheer uncontrollable joy. That. I couldn't lie i had thought of him a few times myself when masturbating. this progressed to him sending me a picture of his cock it was slightly smaller than James' but still a healthy size and well groomed it made me feel so fucking naughty as my Mans best friend was sexting me i fucked my pussy with my dildo to the image of his cock and came hard imaging him pounding my snatch. I Imagined him hitting me from behind with my cheeks clapping against him.... i wanted him bad.... even if just for.