” she said with a sexy but foreign accent I couldn’t quite place to a specific country. Showing her dominance, her left hand took my right hand a...d she stood me up and led me to follow her to the back of the cart where the seats rowed two by two one in front the other. In a daze I could only follow like a blind sheep as I was being led to this more ‘private’ part of the already empty cart. Placing me in the corner of the last set of seats she boxed me in. I had never experienced such a. It took a few seconds before Shari made the connection and then she sat up next to him, “Are you implying I would do something with our son?”She pretended to be taken aback, but he knew that was just an act. His wife was never taken aback.Shari reached her hand up to her chin, as if in deep thought before moving her hands to her cantelope sized breasts and giving both a big squeeze, “Not that he doesn’t wanna get his hands on these. You see the way he looks at me.” She was still laughing at his. This story is about my first sexual encounter with a foreigner; a sexy petite firang chick.It was November and I had just moved to England as a young college exchange student and it was amazing even before I had sex with the really hot girl who is the female protagonist of the story.My first weekend in England we, that is to say me and three English guys, decided to go out and party because who doesn’t party in London? We hit the clubs hard, we couldn’t drink in most of them because they are. I lift her ass, scooching her knees forward and plow back into her. My self-control abandons me. One hand tightly grips her hip while the other slips around to attack her swollen clit. "Oh, God, Jason! Harder" she begs. She looks up holding my eyes in the mirror. I love the reflection of us in the mirror. Seeing myself in drag fucking her is so hot!I fuck her with raw abandon now, pummelling her pussy as hard as I can. In and out. In and out. My pelvis smacks against her gorgeous ass, balls.