Stacy Chapman" I replied taking his hand. It was warm and firm, sending a thrill through my body. We held hands a little longer than was necessary for...two people making introductions. I wasn't going to be the first one to withdraw. "Pleased to meet you Stacy" he said flashing a warm smile, eventually letting go of my hand. I felt a little disappointed.From this point on, we chatted like old friends. I told him about myself and he in turn told me his life story.I told him I was going to Honolulu. I haven't had sex in over four years so it was pretty intense. He fucked me hard. I loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy. He pushed me over onto my stomach and began to fuck me like a dog. " you like that? you like me fucking you like a bitch?" he whispered in my ear as he pulled my hair. That drove me almost to the edge. He smacked my ass until it turned red. I felt him pull out again and started getting disappointed. But that's how they get you. He began eating my. It didn’t help when, at one point, I looked out to the peanut gallery during the trial, seeing Beth and Zoey watching it all. The whole time, Beth had the expression of the rape victim. Not Zoey. Of course Zoey didn’t look like the victim. It also didn’t help when I noticed them holding hands. And it didn’t help when I noticed them kissing. Like a fucking couple. Then I remembered. Her comments. Zoey always thought Beth was cute. I mean, really really cute. She talked about her big boobs. I know he could feel them. And on top of that he had a boner. His cock was hard as rock. I could feel it pressing into my the bottom of my butt. I felt my cheeks flush red because I realized I was turned on by this. He set me back on the ground and for a second I thought I saw his eyes flash a lusty gaze at my breasts. I smiled and glanced at his crotch. I felt my mouth slightly fall open at the possible size of him. I could see the outline in his pants and I felt my lower, inner walls clinch..