"Thanks," I smiled back, "but you look just like the cat that atethe canary. What gives?" She laughed out loud as her eyes directed minedown to the fl...oor. "Oh, you didn't!" I chortled as I glanced down to seemy own toes painted in the same stunning red as hers. She sat down nextto me and lined up her feet next to mine so that there were 20identically painted toes in a row.The score of toes really did look beautiful and all I wanted to do waslook down at them. But my pseudo-macho nature caused. That was my introduction to San Diego and I knew I was in for some bigger and better times.My second night in San Diego was very educational. I heard about the swimming pool in the basement of the YMCA and that Thursday night was men's night only and you couldn't wear a swim suit. I hesitated before going downstairs because as a youngster I hated to get naked in front of anyone else. In fact I never took showers in school because of that. I didn't know what if anything was going to happen but. It was obvious that they were parroting some piece of nonsense they had heard on the radio or read in the newspapers. Sometimes one was tempted to say as much, but on such occasions one was met with such a stare of incredulity, such a shock of silence, as if one had blasphemed the Almighty, that one realized how useless it was even to try to make contact with a mind which had become warped and for whom the facts of life had become what Hitler or Goebbels, with their cynical disregard for truth,. “Oh,yes. Faoril. I think...I think.”“Cum, you little cock-slut,” moaned Faoril. She rubbed harder on Linissi's clit.“Yes, yes, yes!” The virgin's hot, tight pussy spasmed about my cock. The pleasure roared through me. I let out a growl at the bliss, fucking her harder and faster. My balls smacked into her flesh. She bucked into my thrusts, gasping and moaning.“So good, I love it! I love being a cock-slut. Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, gods, yes. Please, keep thrusting that cock in me. I don't ever.