I was sitting in my chair, staring out the window to the clouds below. I couldn’t wait to get to Paris. I was going to have so much fun between cla...ses. But… a month is such a long time. I wish John could have come with me. I hoped he would have fun while I was gone, because I knew I’m going to have some fun. I knew I would miss him. I love him. For the first time, I actually thought I might get jealous of a girl he might be with. We had really stumbled into sex with many people, and then it. "You know where to find me," she said, and left us together."But..." she sounded puzzled, "aren't I pretty enough? Didn't you want me?" Little one ... you're very pretty. Being pretty isn't what makes someone want you. I thought that just holding you like that was enough, last night. I really enjoyed having you sitting in my lap like that. You seemed happy too..." It's just..." Why don't we get out of the water and sit on the bank?" She nodded and let me lead her out of the water. I laid myself. She put her arm around Hyacinth’s waist, and rested her cheek on her shoulder. “Oh, Hyacinth! Sweetest! Don’t take it wrong! I have so few friends, and Charlotte’s such a good one. We have so much in common. She’s a lesbian as well as a naturist, you know! There aren’t many like us!” Hyacinth relented. She was being mean spirited. “I suppose, you’re right!” She reluctantly agreed, turning her face round and kissing Enid softly and dryly on the lips, but held her firmly so that she would. I tried to tell him and show him what I wanted, step by step. But he wasn’t listening. He started shouting again about me fucking another man, even as he did his usual stumbling and bumbling efforts to fuck me. Tom shoved his seven inches into me hard, angrily, painfully. I was barely wet when he came. Then he withdrew before I even had a chance to get turned on. Because done in anger and in a hurry, this was by far the worst fuck he had ever given me. And that’s really saying something,.