His dark red hair was slightly tousled, not too long but not too short. He actually towered over me, he had to be at least 6’ 4”. He had a strong ...awline with a few days of scruff. His lips looked soft and teased at a dazzling smile, but it was those eyes. So intelligent, so mischievous, so blue! I could feel my stomach flutter and my knees turn to jelly, how cliché is that?I mentally kicked myself for the rom-com bullshit, and also because I was becoming painfully aware that I still hadn’t. “Ooow-uhaaah!” Maggie finally wailed, a sonorous, suffering, surrendering howl of protest and release and from the floor of her lungs. And with this collapse of her resolve and her mind and muscles slack with whole submissiveness, George halved the rate and redoubled the power of his pace up her backside from a gallop to a march, gloriously parading them both through their intercourse while the rainfall outside applauded their sin. Maggie held on as George pumped at her, plied and lay waste. . one foot in front of the other. I’ll support you...” Janet led Eva to the elevator and to the street. Slowly they navigated two blocks. Eva put her hand to her mouth.Janet steered her around the corner and out of heavy foot traffic. Eva stood leaning, her forehead resting against the building and retched. She heaved unproductively several times.“Now you’ve got the dry heaves,” Janet remarked. “I don’t think there’s much worse than those.” Eva’s heaving subsided and she stood, gasping and. First, the guy was bisexual and after other meeting with a couple with a bi guy (see Chapter 3 of this series) I longed for more experiences like that. Second, the woman was Chinese so I would be able to realise at least a few of the thousands of fantasies I had involving Asian women. And third, they were within ten years of my own age: the guy, Patrick from Canada, being 32 and the woman, Ai Ling, being 29, both pretty good looking, so it didn't seem to be some lecherous old white guy forcing.