For both of us it was our first time. She was a cutie. Her tits were firm and outlined by her bikini. Her ass was gorgeous, and the way she was dresse...d she was asking to get fucked. We met for the first time by the pool. We talked for a while but then went our own ways. We met up again that evening at the disco. She hugged me and kissed me. I wasn't expecting it; but hey, I'm on vacation so I might as well take advantage of the opportunity and have wild sex with a wild girl. We started making. The story ends too abrupt, the man couldn't hold on, quickly injecting her with his juices. But I do not get discouraged and continue to read the next one.It is about two friends who, when finishing their workout, go to the showers to wash off their sweat. One watches the other as he undresses, bends down to take off his clothes and takes off his shirt. His excitement causes him to grow tremendous erection and he doesn't know how he is going to hide it. The other picks up his towel and asks. I wrote her, and she'd respond, but where the messages had been warm and interested before, now, she only replied with short and terse notes.The final break came from out of the blue. I wrote her, asking her opinion of the different candidates running in the presidential election, and what came back knocked me off my feet. It was a hate-filled note, full of a venom I'd never seen in her before, attacking liberals and all things to do with them. That she had to know I was a liberal wasn't hard,. “I’m just going to tidy my make up”“Don’t. I want you to look like this.”“But it’s… everywhere. I look like a mess”“It’ll be worse later.” He slipped behind me. Wrapping his hands around my waist. “You’re beautiful, you know?” and with that he unzipped my skirt. The heavy steel buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the floor immediately. There I was, standing in the middle of his bedroom, patent leather shoes and corset in jet back, my jet black hair in a bun, red lace panties. He pulled the.