Sarah is very submissive and likes to be told what to do. “so why are you here?” I asked, I could see her cheeks colour and she squirmed a little ...n the seat as she was shy about answering despite both of us knowing the reasons. I wanted to hear her say it. “errrrm you know!” she said in a timid voice, “do I?” I questioned, “ I may suspect but I need you to be clear about what we are doing – you do know why you’ve just sat on a train for hours don’t you?” “I’ve come to see you” she tried to. I was sharing this exciting moment with the two people I loved. There was a difference between sex and love.Euryale taught me that. I did love our night together. I would remember her always. Just like the barguest.My pussy exploded around his cock. I moaned, muffled by Seamus's dick, as the pleasure shot through my body. Aoifa's tongue and the barguest's cock added wave after wave of bliss shuddering through my body. I bucked and shuddered beneath the monster. My fingers curled as the pleasure. I’m...afraid...of...afraid of middle school girls, too. There. I said it. I wouldn’t want you to think that I liked what those cheerleaders did to me a week ago. No way. I had succumbed to fear. Just like I wouldn’t want you to think that looking at Shani’s ass was because of how it jiggled and twitched. No! Okay, so her designer denim shorts fit perfectly but I only followed her because I was afraid. But why? She was only five-feet tall; I was over six. She was a girl; I was a guy;. I really wanted to lean up to him for a kiss butwas too afraid of blowing my chances.As I led him up to my humble lodgings, I resisted the urge to take hishand and pull him along. No, that would be too obvious - I wasn't thatsort of girl - and I could blow it all by being too pushy. I tried tostride confidently beside him but inwardly I was quaking with fear,partly about my own ability to cope with my completely new approach tosex and partly about the possibility of him turning me down. That.