If she’d just given me a little warning I could have chumped it up a little and at least not looked like I was ten years old. I started to talk...st...mbling over some kind of apology and she just moved closer until she was right up on me. I felt her breasts push against my chest through her bra...and then I felt her hand on my balls. Seriously? I’m not k**ding...I really did think...if this really happens...I am totally going to write this down and post it EVERYWHERE. No one will be believe it.. Definitely stronger than I am. But that tension that hits the head, the desire for the fuck in itself is always stronger.I got ready and headed for the promenade. Since this town is not a tourist center, although at the end of 7 months there were not many people on the promenade. The smell of the sea, the sound of crickets just relaxes the man and from here I can see someone on a bicycle approaching in my direction. My heart starts beating more and more. After he came very close I just said in. I still talk the way I always have. I may have been an English major in high school, but that was for the reading. It never changed the way I talk.[Attachment: Myfuckingsideofthestory.doc]To whoever, but mainly Stacy:It's gonna be hard to tell my story. I'm not normally a talk it out, wordy kind of guy, leastways not about real life. I wish I had some of those great writers I loved from high school here, to write for me.Let me set things up for you. And I apologize in advance because I'll be. "Just a tad, Mistress, just a tad," I sort of grunt speak, as eachthrust into Irmy vibrates through my body. Ismy laughs."Shut up furniture, suffer in silence," says Mistress V jokingly, as sheslaps my thigh.Irmy shutters, which causes Mistress V. to give me several more swats."M?tresse, what are those? Just love taps? Beat the shit out of hir.Bitte," says Irmagard teasingly."That may cause your table to falter and we all go crashing down,"scoffs Valerie Ismy says to Irmagard, "How does it.