Isat by the pool for about an hour then headed back tothe room to see if John had awakened yet.As I made my way back to our room I passed by a roomand...glanced in for no reason, when something caught myeye. At first I ignored it, but curiosity got the bestof me. The curtain to the room was open just enoughfor me to see clearly the activity in the room. Myknees quivered a bit as I cautiously peeked in and sawwhat I least expected.There lying on the bed was this young black male. Hewas nude, his. The ogre shook his head. "No it's not. You're a fairy. Fairies aren't called Deborah. Least ways not outside Fairy Porn. You weren't in Debbie Does The Pixies were you? Hurr. Fairies are called 'Buttercup' or 'Peasblossom' or 'Cowslip'.Though in your case it might be 'Cowsarse' I suppose. Hurr, hurr!"That's unfair, thought Debbie looking behind her, although the short skirt of her dress did make her bum look a bit big. She called herself Deborah because it seemed a lot more fun than 'Snowdrop'.. Suddenly I was eighteen and Amber was twenty-nine. Amber discovered the love of her life, Dave, and moved out of our cottage and into his. Fortunately, his cottage was next door. I spent a lot of time at their house. I was there at least four nights every week. Amber told me she wanted to make sure I had a few well-prepared meals every week. I never liked Dave, I always felt that Amber deserved better, but then I never felt that any guy was good enough for my Amber but me. I never knew just how. So on the fixed day the guys picked her up from a address and took her out of city to one of a guy’s guest house. It was a big house and it too had a pool and all the amenities of a penthouse. And as the guys reached there they all went inside and as they went inside sat down and she was sitting in the middle and all the guys were sitting beside her and talking to her about sex and dirty they way she likes it. One of the guys came closer and started rubbing her thighs, so she said to wait and.