But it felt wrong to waste them. So wrong. So I took them out, and I don't know what came over me. I just wanted them ON ME so bad. I felt my heart sp...eed up as I slid them over my legs. Where on earth had this come from at age 25?? Suddenly I was in a sex trance - I had to wear them with her. I wanted her to see me. I wanted everyone to see me. She was working in another town, so I travelled down to see her. On the way, I couldnt get thoughts of her out of my head - some of them of her. Over the years she andI exchanged love letters, text messages and email. She would sendpictures of herself in a pink demi cup bra and panties. Or in her schoolgirl uniform. I'd send pictures back. After the first few she madeseveral special requests, that I'd oblige. She asked I shave my face,arm pits, arms and legs. She'd ask me to get on all fours with mybackside to the camera and look over my shoulder with a pouty look. Ofcourse I said yes. After three years of this she said she was going. Sometimes, the depraved perverts on the other side of the thin wall would put their other ends up to the opening and she knew they wanted their brown eyes rimmed. It was sort of gross to her, but the two credits meant a full night’s lodging and she just closed her eyes and pretended it was some pretty girl’s snatch looking for a friendly tongue.One night, a huge black cock was shoved thru the hole and she thought it was a joke because nobody could possibly be that big. After a few licks, she. Keith appears and offers me a drink. "Vodka", he says. Pulling up a sixth chair, he asks me to sit beside him."Guys, this is Selena. It is her 18th birthday today." Wow!", eighteenth birthday, on a Friday night." "And February 14th to boot. Valentine's Day birthday girl, and just turned 18" shouts another of the men.As they play cards and I drink my vodka, several joints go around the table. The guys are all being overly flirty and Keith especially is getting very frisky. I get up to go.