Movinginto a dimly lit house and setting down his briefcase, David saw his girlfriendsitting nude on their plush couch. "Come here my love" Nicole pu...red as she slipped her right hand over herlarge breast fondling it roughly. "Have I got a surprise for you" She smiledwarmly as he moved toward the couch and straddled her legs. "Sounds fun, what did you get slut?" He always called her pet names to makeher more aroused. His right hand grasped her firm left breast and twisted itfor pleasure. Eyes. No I was a girl that enjoyed giving pleasure, always was, and would stand naked in front of a full mirror, masturbating while thinging of men looking at me and doing it.Was this just my fertile mind, being bored and a tad horny? Either way I set about actually experimenting with this idea and deviously realised everything could be manipulated into justifying my need for some spice, after all I was convinced in my mind he wanted me and I was a habitual masturbator, a once a day girl with. He would go, even if only to see her again, and perhaps meet a few of the locals. * * * * * * * * On Saturday afternoon he drove into the town, and after a few enquires he located first the church, and next to it the vicarage. It was as he had anticipated, there was a lawn but not of a luscious green. It consisted of some tough grass that struggled to survive in the poor soil and the ongoing drought. Instead of shady trees, shrubs and flower beds the large garden was festooned with beach. As well as a good talker, he was a much better dancer. Unlike Frank who would step on his own feet. I loved the feeling of a strong man pressing his body against mine. He had muscles that made me melt inside, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close as we danced. After a few dances and a few more drinks. The night led us to his truck out in the parking lot. "Am I going to fast?" Andy said as he pushed me against the side of his vehicle. "Shut up," I replied as I kissed him. He kissed me.