But in the spirit of the website I will share my experience.My first experience with a girl was in college with my roommate (we'll call her "Amanda")....I started college young and going from Florida to Massachusetts was a big adventure. My roommate and I became close friends and we'd often talk about guys--she was having problems with her boyfriend and mine was back in Florida. After a couple months I felt homesick and missed my boyfriend especially. Amanda was a good support though and we got. She was howling as he drove his cock into her. I was surprised when she said, “I love your cock in my ass”, because I had assumed he was fucking her pussy. Just as she came from Todd's anal reaming, I felt the pads under me being adjusted, and, soon, the box was being unlocked.The door was opened and my wife offered a hand to help me get out of the box. As I got out, I happened to notice that it was called the Apocalypse Box. I chuckled silently at the reference, while dropping the headphones. I think I might have worn the sweatshirt three or four times, no more. When I landed in Vancouver it was 5˚C (41˚F) with a foggy drizzle. Exactly what I expected in late January. I hailed a cab and made for the downtown hotel I had reserved.It seemed strange as I travelled the familiar, dark, rain-soaked streets of my home town. Not much appeared to have changed in the last year-and-a-half. There was no point in going out to Maple Ridge. I was sure Sandra would have thrown out all my clothes. I. Classes would begin on the 26th, and Lenore had to report for NROTC orientation and New Student Orientation on the 21st, the Wednesday after next.Wheeler had indeed accompanied her to the University Admissions office Friday morning, and she'd paid over a hundred of the Gunny's dollars to get a transcript overnighted from Sterling Community College. Lenore had had to 'reaccomplish' the application, this time under neatly typed blocks the Navy had typed into.Lieutenant Wheeler had told her that.