In a few hours, a girl named P. Kaur (withholding her full name) sent me an email. We exchanged a few emails and I sent her my pic and asked for hers....She told me she is from a very conservative family, so she is reluctant to send a pic. She said she would instead meet me at a bar that evening in Dublin.I was a little late for our date, so when I reached the bar, she was already waiting for me. As soon as I saw her, I was dumbfounded by her beauty. She had long black hair, beautiful brown eyes. Picking it up before anyone else noticed I looked at the note which was written in very familiar curly pink handwriting that told me to be in the last stall of the boys bathroom at 3 30 and hat if I was there I would get a nice surprise but that if I was late I would miss it. I was so keen that I was there at 3 25 so I locked myself in the second to last stall and waited. All the while trying to remember where I had seen that handwriting. Well sure enough on the stroke of half 3 a pair of shoes. James let Diana's hand lead the way, and when he felt his cockhead touch her wet hot pussy, he waited for a millisecond and then he pushed forward, looking into her eyes and seeing not only the affirmation that he was doing what she wanted him to, but also that she could feel the head of a strange man's cock spreading her pussy lips and entering her body in a way that no other man ever had before.Chapter 2Diana was in a very dangerous position. Not only was she lying naked on a bed of fresh hay. I use sex as a way to get attention, to feel loved. Since my parents never give me any.” Now I really felt bad. “I really am sorry,” I said to her as I placed a hand on her shoulder, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Maybe I am sexually frustrated.” Swathi then laughed and turned around and looked me in the eyes. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” she asked me, “You seem like a nice guy.” “Beats me,” I replied, “Maybe it’s because all the hot girls like you won’t give me the time of day.”.