” I just sat there speechless again. She set her phone down. “And don’t worry about a condom incase you were hoping for that excuse. My mom put ...me on the pill months ago when I switched schools. She doesn’t trust any of the guys in public school. Now come here.” She said sitting down on her bed and removing her shirt now exposing her bra. It was hot pink in color with green splashes all over it. “Ever seen one of these on a girl in person before?” She asked. “What’s it to you?” I answered.. Long phone talks started, messages, roaming to malls,movies and all. By the time we were getting closer, normal hi hello how are you and talks were turning to naughty talks, adult talks. On one weekend while talking on terrace at late night our bodies were touching each others, talks something about intimate, personal sex life and all.She was staring at me and looking deep into my eyes, it was like she was trying to say kiss me, i took her in my arms and she was like agree and no any resistance. It was easy to get girls, all kind of girls. Some were prostitutes, some semi-whores, others just young students. What they wanted was money and a man from the west. My manhood went on overdrive, it was a wonderful time of my life, I could actually have fucked myself to death. The policewomen gave me long looks when I passed by, I knew they discussed me and my obvious lust for sex. What they didn't expect was that all was part of my plan because I understood that they were just keeping up an. I know with my arms around her, while controlling the bike, I wish I could slip my hand up her shirt and play with her tits. We are on the road for about thirty minutes before I pull over. She climbs off the bike and says, “I can see now what is so special about riding a bike. I enjoyed it immensely, all except this.” She reaches down and grabs my cock through my jeans. Smiling I say, “What can I say other than your hot body excites me.” I see a surprised look on her face as she says, “So,.