You quickly got an e-mail reply from a woman named Rachel. From what she had said in her e-mails she was eighteen months younger than you, on her last... year of studying for her Masters Degree and was employed as a waitress part time to pay the bills. She has already visited the house with a letting agent when you were out working. She is moving in tonight.The bell rings again, awakening you from your thoughts. You look outside the window nearest to you, and you discover to see that it was. It was several minutes later when Price reentered the dressing room, an upset look miring his normally relaxed features. Melanie saw him head toward the couch and made a beeline for him. ?What now, William?? Melanie asked, a gold sequined dress draped over one arm. She had one hand on her hip and had cocked her head. ?Uh?well?see?we’ve got a little problem.? He said. Breanne opened her eyes and looked up at Price. ?What kind of problem?? Melanie asked, her eyes. Her breasts where lovely and firm, she had pink nipples that looked so soft. I slipped my cock out of my trousers and started stroking my shaft. She picked up a small bikini top and put it on. It hardly covered any of her breasts but I didnt mind and I dont think any of the other boys would have either. She then bent down and took off her panties giving me a good look at her teen arse. She then turned around and I saw her pussy, it was shaved to my suprise. I them reached my orgasm and . My bisexual experiences with men and women created earlier in my life shaped the sexual creature I am today. Having a high sex drive compiled with risky behaviors practiced made me a little reckless at times, but I liked the danger and thrill of meeting random people for intimate encounters. My motto was the Four F’s: find em, feel em, fuck em, and forget em. That way I wouldn’t get emotionally attached thus getting hurt.But that changed when I met my current boyfriend. I wanted normalcy but I.