" he said and got that thoughtful expression again."Oh... Shit, I really would have liked that one," I said a bitdisappointed, but still hopeful."Woul... you say that's a prime request?" he asked and lookedclosely at me. He had something of the predator's look in hiseyes and it frightened me a little."Well... No, actually, but I would really appreciate thatability," I said, twisting myself a bit and blushing deeply. Hisface looked like he had to delete an idea he had really liked. Hefrowned,. Fern was lying on my thighs. Her tongue still out and she continued to clean my genitals. Licking and cleaning all the juice that was ever left. I lay still and enjoyed the wet tongue. The occasional “slurp” sounds made me kinky and I was wondering if I had enough stamina to fuck someone like her who is regularly digged by not just other Indians who visit the pub but also so many whites and blacks. I was sure fern was digged so much that orgasm was perhaps the last thing she would have in her. “One, It was Julie and it happen at her house while her parents were on a date. I wore a condom before you ask. I was safe and so was she.” I knew it! He slept with that whore! Why am I jealous? “What about you?” “Um… none.” I figured I’d get married before I lost my exclusive membership to the Virgin Club of America. “Annie, why did you ask?” He looked a little hurt. “Because as I looked at your bed I wondered what kind of STDs you might have from fucking all sorts of sluts from whatever. I quickly realized that most of the men in the clubs were around my age or older, and they didn’t seem to be attracting as many young people to the hobby. I was very comfortable with them being older, and it reminded me of when I was a teenager in Atlanta, sucking off adult men.Some of the men at the flying fields weren’t very friendly, and they didn’t seem interested in meeting me, as a prospective new member for their clubs, or sharing their flying fields. Finally, on the third weekend, I met.