The ice was broken and I soon moved to fantasy story telling about her with other men, getting gang banged (which we never did do with lots of regret)... all this really turned her on and when I was up her I would let go with her past, ‘ HOW MANY DIFFERENT COCKS HAVE YOU SUCKED, HOW MANY GUYS HAVE FUCKED YOU, YOU LOVE THE COCK DON’T YOU, I WANT TO SEE YOU GANG BANGED’, this really got us off big time. Her replies at the heat of the moments were something like, lots, plenty, oh. But suddenly I am overcome by a wave of panic. I don’t even know this woman’s name, and here I am in the early hours standing naked before her and lusting after the hot juices of her cunt. I push her away and begin to doubt my own sanity. I take a few steps back, but for all my efforts and resolve, can’t tear my eyes from her perfect and highly sexual figure. She looks at me and smiles, before extending her hand in a gesture of friendship.“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, baby,” she. This was unexpected. "Sure!" I said. "If you getuncomfortable, we can leave." "Just don't let any of them fairies try to pick me up, 'kay?" Icould hear his grin over the phone. "I'm your date for the night." He sounded comfortable enough with the idea, but I had to wonderif I was. The Storehouse was a pretty different place, even if you werepart of the alternative culture. Men were grinding against each other onthe dance floor; bull dykes were alternately feuding and fondling by thepool tables;. She thought it was Danny, but when she looked at his face, it wasn’t. She asked him where Danny was. The man said something in Russian she didn’t understand. She had to find him. Then she looked up at the mast of the ship. She saw Danny looking out into the distance. He must be on watch. They always made him stand watch. Jerks. She tried to climb up to him, but couldn’t find the ladder. She circled around and around. She climbed on boxes. She looked up again but he seemed even further away and.