“You look familiar. I think I know you from somewhere.”“I’m sure you’re mistaken,” she flatly stated.You could tell her hair started the e...vening elegantly styled on top of her head, but now hung down in a shiny, tangled mess. I glanced in the mirror as she pulled a few wet strands away from her face. It took me thirty years back in time when we stood on the platform of the Jack London train station, in Oakland. It was raining then too. She pulled her wet hair from her face just before our lips. "Letting people see my nastiest and most private imaginings, while keeping my anonymity, is really exciting to me."I was going to share some of those imaginings, but realized I had already told him I had masturbated, twice! I didn't want to inundate the poor guy.So I signed it Dakota, (my name is part of my email address anyway). And, after a few moments of conflict, ("Damn, girl, you talked about masturbating! You told him you have 'lots of nasty little fantasies!' Are you crazy, or just. Her tongue wrestled with mine as she held my lips tightly to hers. With her mother licking my rod like a popsicle, and her daughter’s passionate kisses combined with her digital action, I was as hard as I had ever been.I tore my lips away from Maya as I wanted to see her mother mouthing my dick. Sasha was still working me over with her tongue swizzling my cock. Involuntarily, I flexed my muscles causing my cock to slap at the mother.Realizing I was not going to be returning to our kissing, Maya. Discarding our uniforms, and underwear, we both set out, somewhat tipsy from the bubbly, and giddy from expectation, an explosive mixture from girls in heat, as each of our long leggy strides took us closer to a horny line of unsuspecting German men and their long fat bratwurst's, we did not say much, our minds enveloped in what lay ahead, and how we would deal with it, as each one was thrust through the hole, one on each side of the box, each box capable of holding one female each, while the.