He had to be quick though. The easiest way to choose what attributes he wanted for her was to say a few simple phrases. And then it would be done.“K...arla, you are so sexy.” Jason said, his voice crackling with arousal as he chose the first Binding. He looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. “Your body makes me so hard. You are built for sex.”He looked down at the heavy Ring on his own finger expectantly - he heard Karla give out a shuddering gasp as his words took effect. He smiled. While I absorbed most of American English quickly after we arrived, like most newcomers, I sometimes struggled with idioms and slang. This is the story of how a linguistic misunderstanding led to my losing my virginity.Football (you call it soccer in this country) was second nature to me because I had been playing since I could run. I guess I was considered quite a find at the high school I attended. Soccer doesn't have the social clout that American football has but I was still looked upon as. My dad sat down on the couch and just watched me. “So what are the plans,” I asked him as I put all my stuff away, wandering what he had planned. He generally had good plans, but I had always been younger when we came here. I was sure we were not going to spend the whole time riding rides. That was a little childish, I was more about looking around this time, maybe doing more shopping then anything else. I then began to strip down out of my clothes. My dad had seen me naked many times, so it. I suggested to her that when he arrived we just have a drink and a chat and then see where the evening took us.I asked Sally to answer the door when Brian knocked, and she managed to hide her nerves and seemed genuinely pleased to see him. They kissed and she escorted him into the kitchen. Brian was nervous also, but he turned on the charm, and with a beer in hand, we started to chat and relax. Brian continued his sexual banter and compliments about Sally, and I could tell that she was.