I'll spare you all of the fake dialogue that infects these stories: Oooh, Fuck my hot pussy, daddy. Etc., etc.We layed on the couch. I went down on ...er -- tried, but we were falling off. I led her back to her bed, where we continued. She didn't come really big or squirt (like all the stories you read), but she did come and enjoy it. She returned the favor, and I came, but she let all but the first spurt (in her mouth) squirt on her tits. That was our only time in those. Anyway as school became more of a distraction because of my shyness, I finally dropped out and went on my way. I was still attracted to girls, their bodies, their delicate features, softness, the wonderful scents and so on, but my shyness always held me back from ever so much as touching a girl, much less having sex with one, and in no certain terms I wanted to have sex with girls. Some time after I left school I wanted to travel, but having little money I decided that hitch hiking would get me. I looked at her feet to see the most gorgeous heels I had ever seen, following up her bare bronzed legs and saw that she also wore a very short skirt. Her tits were almost exploding out of the bikini top that she was wearing."Hey, Polly! Can I come in?" she asked."Of course!" I said. We leaned in and kissed eachother passionately on the lips before I took her hand and led her into my living room. We both sat on the sofa beside eachother, crossing our legs."I've really missed you." I said,. I’m about to speak when one of the men asks, “You some sort of yoofoe nut?”With a grin I say “No. My company’s initials are A R E A, and my head of security thought it would be a good joke to confuse the hell out of people to have my main vehicle as number fifty-one instead of one. My driver’s name is Graham Lake, so that just adds to the fun, because it drives some people crazy trying to work out the relevance of it. Master Sergeant McIntosh, may I have a word with you and your family?”The.