On her white tee shirt the letters NP stood boldly stretched across her pert breasts, her nipples poking straight at me through the thin cotton. “Na...alie Portman?” I asked grinning at her. “That’s cute, but I ain’t no movie star,” she looked back at me smiling but a bit annoyed.“Nancy Parker?”“Nancy who? NP! Hah, ha, the big NP on my tee shirt! That’s funny! That’s not my initials. Oh, Daddyo. That’s a fashion statement.” Suddenly the guys at the bar were interested again, they leaned over on. We quickly jumped away from each other like two school girls getting caught. It was the saleswoman. She asked if we were okay, and wanted to know if we needed anything else.I opened the door to the fitting room and told her that we were just fine and wanted to take our time trying the items on. She smiled and politely told us that she wouldn't bother us again, and that she would be out front if we needed anything else. I closed the door to the fitting room, my head spinning from the drinks and. The look onher face was absolute ecstasy and satisfaction. The look on his face was total victory, as my young white wife pleasured him. Not believing my eyes and almost in shock, I saw her push off his huge dick, sliding down the entire length of his 12" cock, bouncing up and down even faster now. After a few minutes, her whole body shook with a violent orgasm. She looked like she was being electrocuted as she vibrated wildly with his cock deep inside of her cunt. Then she went limp, with his. . Our summer of love or what!Once at uni, forgetting about my (deliberately nameless) school/workmate, soon found new interests most of them prominently featuring sex. Don’t get me wrong; I haven’t been quite as much of a whore as some, but I have certainly enjoyed myself. As a ballpark figure, I’ve had an additional seven lovers: six male and one very, very female.This is the truth speaking, remember? My female friend jude (with apologies for another false name!) is also my flat-mate. We share.