Purposefully she lifted herself from the cool floor, throwing her leg over his body and lowering herself onto his perfect length. They were compatible...in every way; he fit her as if they were two parts of a puzzle. The sensation of him inside her was better every time she was lucky enough to feel it. She was full but ravenous for more, so she took it. Grinding on him so she could feel every inch of him inside, she used the combination of his roughness and her smoothness to stimulate the outside. I started out settling in the den with the guys, mostly because it was the most comfortable room. A bunch of plush low-slung couches and chairs. But all the guys were sitting around in that wide-kneed posture as though advertising that they had such huge packages mounted between their legs their thighs hadn't touched since the day they slid down the birth canal. And there didn't seem to be any real conversation going on. They took turns grasping their inner thighs and honking, "Haw haw, haw. ’ ‘No worries, and don’t rub it in,’ came the reply, ‘let’s just hope we can still get in’ Lou finished before being ushered in by the two bouncers, typical fair of tall and black vs. fat, white and bald. As I approached both of them looked down and shook their heads at me. ‘You’ve got to be kidding…’ I said, knowing immediately they were looking at my shoes. Even though nice and new, trainers were obviously frowned upon. Not the norm in this part of London, and it got my goat quickly. ‘Sorry. Too bad, just when things were going so well. First, I somehow twisted my ankle and knee while working out. I spent about half a day icing it and taking ibuprofen while cursing my luck. Hobbled, I decided to float in the pool. Tried the new spray-on sunscreen. Felt a little chilly going on and I didn’t want to use too much. Turned out I used way too little. About 2 hours in, I realized I was turning a bit red. Well, it wasn’t a BIT red. I was a lobster from my thigh to my ankles. And then on.