We still had e-mail so we could converse from time to time, but it was different. We didn't get regular contact and missed out on those little things ...hat build a friendship.He continued to write his stories, though, and I kept reading them. It was a little harder to imagine him in the stories, but I could still imagine myself having those things happen to me and was still able to get excited as I read. It was just a little different.Then we stopped sending e-mails for a while. We got caught up. ;-) and when I saw what she sent me I thought 'Oh well, might be a nice evening and a basic fuck, so why not...'So we arranged to meet. We sat and had a nice meal, over which I summed Denise up very well, ...... or so I thought. She was 'plump' (about a UK size 22-24), short, mousey hair that had been allowed to 'do its own thing' for many years, and she told me (quite predictably) about her husband who had been her first and only boyfriend, and her three k**s who walked all over her etc etc.. About six beers later, I found myself a little buzzed, and sensing this,John moved closer,and set his hand on my thigh.I let out a soft moan,which must have been loud enough for John to hear, because his hand moved up my thigh, over my belly and started to play with my breasts.With my eyeys closed-the thought raced through my mind-what did I get myself into again, but it was too late.The feeling of John playing with my nipples was getting me so hot, that I lost all will to struggle. Within. That will help a bunch Roger said as he withdrew the syringe, quickly replacing it with his thumb.He continued rubbing oil in and around my virgin hole for several more minute's. Shifting his weight on the bed. I could feel the head of Rogers dick rubbing against my hole, slowly pushing its way in my virgin ass. I could feel my tight virgin pucker hole slowly beginning to stretch as Roger slowly pushed into me. He stopped and asked if I was ok. Yes, I moaned, keep going , I'm ready I replied..