The first time I saw her my jaw dropped … she was a stunning beauty with 36D boobs, well highlighted by her tight red top. Her boobs jutted out like...prisoners and was making me erect. She wore a very tight capri below and it just stuck to her ass. She was looking like a sex siren in that dress. We had a few drinks and loved each other’s company talked a lot…. I kept on asking her about herself and she was stunning in getting bold in her replies. It was difficult for me not to sport an erection. We struck up a conversation and decided to meet at there house. I was excited for my first gay experience. I arrived at there house and sat on the couch with one of them. He told me the other one was running a little late . We inched nearer and nearer to each other and before I knew it I had his cock in my hand. It was average size, about 6 inches and i just rubbed it up and down. His friend arrived shortly after and we made our way downstairs to a bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed. Me- I am awesome.She- I liked your story and the way you had anal sex.Me- it was her wish to have anal sex. We enjoyed, goodShe- how lucky she was to get her anal fucked.Me- it was my pleasure to fuck her tight anal.She- ok Arjun, got to go will get back later. ByeMe- ok bye. I thought she won’t come back again.After few days, when I was watching a movie on my laptop, I got a text from her on the hangout.She- hi, do you remember me?Me- ya Reetu. I do remember.She- good to know. What you up. Andy turned out to be a good choice, as on my stag night -- at the Playboy Club in Walthamstow -- he not only kept me relatively sober but also prevented me going off with one of the Bunny Girls.Miriam and I got married in September 1983; she was a couple of months short of 18, and I was three months over 19, both of us were really much too young and immature for marriage. I turned up for the ceremony, at Plaistow Town Hall registry office, bright eyed, bushy tailed, and not hung over, which is.