She was one of those girls that cannot stand not being in a relationship: she always had a boyfriend: she migrated from the UPS delivery guy to the Ai...rborne Guy and then to the FedEx guy. She had a thing for guys in shorts, I guess. Nevertheless, she and I had a very close relationship, buying gifts for each other for Christmas and birthdays. I usually bought her sexy outfits from Victoria’s Secret and Bebe. She looked great in sexy outfits, without being slutty. And yes, I was very smitten by. Stacy relaxed as I turned back to her. “That reminded me of that night out in the country,” I said, smiling down at her. Stacy looked innocently at the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, fiddling with the buttons on my jacket. I laughed as I thought back to the warm summer evening we had spent having sex out in the country when two women had wandered past, almost catching us. “Oh, so you don’t remember us watching those two women taking in the scenery while you were. Chloe glanced round frequently, and if no-one was looking she’d reach into her blouse to show me a naked breast, and she’d fondle it, staring at me to watch my reaction. When we left, instead of going straight to the car we went behind a tree, and she hoisted her skirt up round her waist and I fucked her passionately, and again when we got home. We were deliriously happy – my writing reached new heights, and it was a rare occasion if we didn’t fuck at least two or three times a day. We went on. Not the fisting, but I told him about how we met, and what we did, and the pee game we had. He knows how much I love it, and he sometimes pees on me to please me, but it’s not really his sort of thing. And now I feel bad, because I should have discussed it with you first, but we don’t have any big secrets about sex, and I knew he’d think it was hot if he knew I’d been with a girl, especially one as sexy as you. I know he won’t tell anyone else, he’s not like that.”“So did you tell him about.