I felt the hot juices flow into my pussy, as he started to pump his juices deeper inside. He groaned one last time as he finished his huge load in me....He slowly pulled out, and then slid down the wall, I quickly sat down, and we both were catching our breaths. ‘That…was….incredible.’ I panted. He nodded as he panted too. We were both all sweaty, and juicy. ‘I’m Shawn by the way.’ ‘Beth.’ ‘Nice to meet you Beth.’ ‘You too.’ I smiled. He was cute. He had sandy hair, he was tall, and muscular. . This opening comes straight from Italo Calvino!So? It's a great way to start a story, isn't it? I like it anyway.It's plagiarism is what it is. I'll have nothing to do with it.Lighten up. I think I'm covered by fair use; at least I am now that I'veattributed it. Besides, it has nothing to do with you. All you have to dois tell the story the way that you're told to.Alright - whatever. ~mine's not to reason why....~OK, I'm back. ... Or perhaps you live alone, well it occasionally has some. That wasn't quite right either.I didnt want to be like them. I wanted to be seen as like them.Because I already was like them, on the inside.I .... I was a girl.I dont know what I would have done if Anne and Jill and John hadn't camebursting into my room at that point, and John asked "You okay, dude?" No. I'm not. I'm not okay. Cause I'm not a dude. I'm a freaking girl!"There was a shocked silence for a moment, and then he said, "Yeah. I .. Ithink you are." It ... makes sense," Jill said.Anne. Her heart-shaped bottom swaying with each forceful stroke was a target that would become popular with the male guests and cause her mother much anguish during the approaching tourist season. He hoped she was smart enough to keep her daughter well-stocked with the condoms that would keep her from early motherhood and the embarrassment of no spouse to win food for the household. He personally despised the things but knew it was better to give up a certain degree of pleasure to keep his tasty.