I've written several stories for friends this way:Copy and paste dialogues from private messages.Imagine you come to see me in Amsterdam.Your excuse c...n be to get that T-shirtwith the text, big in black on white:GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVENBAD GIRLS GO TO AMSTERDAMIn an Indian Summer in September indeed Solagge flies to Schiphol Airport near AmsterdamWarm late Summers are a bit rare in Amsterdams moderate sea climate but this one is greatWarm temperatures and lots of sun is just what I need for my. Victor would be worried about me, since I had told him I would do some late evening mall shopping and later would have dinner and spend the night at Helena’s home.But these soft lips kissing my skin were not Helena’s.I rolled over onto my back and my new black lover Jackson’s lips covered mine with wet kisses. It felt good; but I should be going.I told Jackson that I needed to get cleaned up and leave.He smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom.We shared a warm shower. Jackson. My first sight was only the tall grass until the trees further out came into focus. I looked straight up and had a vision of clear robin’s egg blue spread across my view. My body felt the continuing stimulation of his tongue. I rose up and he seemed to look out the top of his eyes to me and if a dog can smile, he seemed to, or maybe it was just the mischievous look in his eyes, but he wasn’t done with me. He never stopped that I knew of, but perhaps as my orgasm exploded the most intensely. Brandi looked over at me and said, “He is out of it, he will probably be a sleep for three or four hours.”The next thing I heard was Ammon ordering another drink for the both of them. This is Brandi’s third drink, this should start getting interesting. While they were waiting for their drinks to come, Ammon had his hand on Brandi’s knee and was gently squeezing it. The drinks came and Ammon asked the attendant if he could have a blanket, he was getting a little chilly. The attendant went and.