..” She trailed off.“Okay, a green horn eh? I’ll show you how a guy is supposed to do you then.”“umm...I don’t know...this feels wrong?.....” She nervously shied away.“Maybe it is, but in a minute you won’t care.” I said rather viciously. Moving quickly I threw her down on the bed again and climbed up onto her legs. I hooked and ripped her panties down quickly.The tightest, cutest, cunt laid before my eyes. A small patch of hair crowned it neatly.“Holy shit.” I whispered. “Do you shave down here. She handed me the file. It read that he went to an exclusive all boys’ Catholic school in Chicago and got mostly average grades. But here was an entry on his record “IQ 137” that's really fucking high. Then it got even more interesting, the file showed that he enlisted in the US Army in 1969 at age 17. By age eighteen he was in Vietnam and by nineteen he was a sergeant who had been wounded in action and awarded the Bronze Star for Gallantry. This guy had been to Vietnam alright, and he. But he would. For her. They looked so clean. So perfect. So….delicious. He smiled at her. She smiled back faintly. Her smile didn’t invite him to go further, but it didn’t reject him either. The exchange of smiles was enough for her. But not for him. He was going to follow her tomorrow and find out where she worked. God, I’m a stalker, he thought. If only he could get up off his arse and introduce himself, then he wouldn’t have to…. stalk her. That was silly. He wasn’t stalking, he just wanted. Dalitha gasped, but sat paralysed. She felt her skin tighten around her face and the nipples on her breasts were hardening. “She’s very pretty,” she repeated. “Very pretty!” “Have a feel,” offered Amna standing up by her aunt and wrapping an arm around her. “Don’t be afraid. Aunt Sally is very gentle.” Dalitha knew that Amna and her aunt made love together, but it had never occurred to her that she might also get to know her in that way. Nervously, she stood up and walked over to Salim. Her.