.." I stumbled off into silence."I thought it was great!"This conversation was not going very well, I thought. I think men and women ARE from two diff...rent planets!"But,... Don't you feel... concerned or anything about us thinking about that?" No, why should we? It's not real, just fantasy." He seemed completely settled on the answer. I parted my legs slightly, feeling his foot slip under my skirt. I looked down to see that it was all covered by the long tablecloth."Well, just suppose..." I. FUCK ME.” John then placed the tip of his penis at my vagina and kept swabbing it up and down in my juices, but he wouldn’t put it in. Only once, so far, has he put his cock in me, but then pulled out to tease me. “JOHN," I pleaded, "PLEASE, I WANT TO BE FUCKED. FUCKED LONG AND HARD AND FILL MY PUSSY FULL OF CUM.” John pulled away from me and looked at me and asked, “Is that what you yelled at the TV repair man?” I pulled further away and began to cry again. Sheepishly I said, “Yes,. . if you'll pardon my language, ma'am."Ginny could tell already she had a lot to learn about this strange part of the world. Strange at least to a small-town girl from Indiana. Cold weather and snow she'd come prepared for, but not for a California climate. "Just how warm is it up there in the summer?"Rick thought for a moment. "Well, it depends on what part of the summer, such as it is. There's really only about two months of what you'd call summer. But sometimes it gets up in the nineties in. I started dating this girl. back then telebabad, or talking on the phone, was almost a dying thing but we were doing it anyway. We were talking about anything and everything, sexual fantasies even (hey, we are already adults). On one of our dates, we decided to go to the beach because we once talked about wanting to see which one of us swims better. It was actually perfect because her family owns a beach house in Bataan and she had been bragging on how beautiful and untouched the beach.