We can hold hands and you can tell me private things, and you know I’m not going to try to jump you. And I can understand most of what they feel. Yo... are as cute as a button, you have a nice body, and you are exotic.”“Exotic? I’m just another boat person, only in the last year or so have I finally lost most of my accent. Now Julie, she’s exotic. She’s already got boobs and real blond hair. She is the girl most guys lust over.”“OK, let me tell you a bit about guys. There are generally three. ” It was light hearted flirtation along the way.As we were finishing up, we drank down some Cokes and began cleaning up our supplies in the garage. Our joking and flirtation turned to splashing water at each other. Susan had a pleasant demeanor and she was fun to be around. Through the washing and splashing her T-shirt looked like it was ready for a wet T shirt contest. When she stood in front of me, she was slightly embarrassed by it and tried to pull her shirt off her bra which did. His slit is still dripping pre-cum, and when you take him in your hands he's hot and slick against your skin. You stroke him and watch as he struggles not to react, and oh, that won't do. You grip him harder until he hisses, and pump his cock so fast your hand blurs. It doesn't take long for him to spread his legs and start moaning. It never does. Watching him arch against the floor, hands fisted at his sides and chest heaving as he fights for breath will probably be one of your favorite sights. I already knew that this would be a challenge but I had no idea that it would be so enormous. He was an alpha, by all means, he shoved it inside and split me open like I was disposable, which I was to him most likely.But why do I care?I'm a brainless fuck doll and a sorry excuse of a man, I should bite the sheets, remain silent and be thankful. I had received another chance in life, a new destiny and I was going to have my fate tested. I won't fail, not a chance, it time to go all the way. As.