She continued, "Have you thought about whether or not I agree with your plans?"I don't see what the problem is. It's what we both want."Cole, stop thi... thing right now. I want to ride with the guys in the van."It's not a van, it's a SUV." Cole tried to correct her.Wendy yelled, "I don't give a fuck what you call it! Stop or I'm going to get off while we're still moving."Sam had been listening to the argument while it escalated from a slight squabble to a full-blown argument. He became alarmed. Turns out he's right. The lacy underwear he's affectionately dubbed mocha patch come into view; sparking a memory of the night he'd ripped them off her. And with it the realization that he owes her a new pair of panties - because as he holds them up to the light, it's abundantly clear that the crotch is beyond repair.He rubs the material between his thumb and forefinger, trying to remember what she looked like that night.Or was it afternoon?His mind begins to wander to the minutiae.The toe. Thanks to everyone for the feedback. I wish I will be adding more of my real life sexual encounters here to entertain you. If any girl or aunt interested in having a sex chat with me you can reach me at I promise it will be just between us.This sexual encounter happened when I was in my final year college. I was calm and silent student in my college. I used to be shy in front of my college girls. I was able to talk them online but I was unable to talk to them when they appeared in real but I. And he’s sleeping just inches from me in this uncomfortable little twin bed. Sure, he probably just wants to get in my pants, the way all of those other guys do, but he’s respectful. Well, enough laying here staring at him for now. That need for water and aspirin, and a new need to go to the bathroom, are taking over, so I roll over, find the floor with my feet and bid a hasty retreat to the bathroom just outside my bedroom door. A quick splash of lukewarm tap water into the glass on the.