Even though its more than 20 years ago it still seems like yesterday tomeI can only blame myself for agreeing and Shirley my sister for askingand of c...ourse lets not forget the lovely Emma for landing me in itRight up to my neck and probably way, way higher than thatI'm not sure if it's a shooting offence but then again if I had a gun Iwould most probably have shot the beautiful pair of themAlways a sucker for a pretty faceAs it turned out that face was mine, interested? Then dear reader. At 18, the boy from Iowa had the sexual experience of a grown up, because apart from his sunny blond good looks and his tall, slender frame, he carried a secret weapon. He may have been almost a boy, but many men would have envied him his dick. At 11 wrist-thick inches, that dick had deflowered more girls than Andrew could remember. And, as often as not, as his reputation spread, many a married woman had gone to bed with him too. In New York, as soon as a few college girls slept with him, word. Daniel Obasanjo had never been to Nigeria. In fact, he confessed to Molly, as the two of them toked on the quality grass that he brought with him and which they'd skinned up before entering the estates, the nearest he'd experienced to travelling abroad was a day-trip to Cardiff when he was a kid. And in those days the Welsh capital wasn't even in a foreign country. Daniel was in his element in the streets of Hackney, most specifically from Dalston Junction to London Fields. He seemed to know. They have just disconnected for the night and had had an incredible evening of hot steamy cyber sex. Both having enjoyed at least a cum or two. She left the office then, heading to the bathroom to shower before heading to bed. Stepping into the shower she closed her eyes, enjoying the hot water run over her skin. Her mind going over the conversation she had just had with her cyber lover. Her body started to recreate it, reviving the sensations. Her nipples hardened, puckering. The jets of water.