He was about 17.He had black hair that was short. His eyes were a mysterious dark soft brown and his eye brow was pierced along with his ear. He had a...nice build and was very strong. His skin was a healthy tan color though he never went out into the sun. He now was wearing a black trench coat, a pair of black jeans some red plaid boxers and a black shirt with a band on it. He also had a chain necklace and he carried a black back pack.. ”“Liv, I’m serious. I know how fortunate I am that you agreed to have sex with other guys because it turns me on. I just don’t want you to think you have to do this,” he said.“Steve, we’ve been over this a dozen times. I love what I do, and I do it for both of us. You aren’t making me do anything,” she said firmly. “Are you still okay with all of this? I mean, my promotion has certainly turned things up a notch or two.”“I’m great, you’re great. I guess I’m just nervous about tonight and I don’t. ”“What’s that?”“Well, you know how I sometimes do articles for that travel magazine? Well, the editor there has been asking me to go to London, England for a week and stay at a big new hotel there and do an article about it.” She looked up at me inquisitively. “So ... I was thinking of asking your parents if I could take you with me for a graduation present.”“WHAT? REALLY?”“Sure. Do you think you would like that?”“I’D LOVE THAT! OH, THANK YOU ... THANK YOU, UNCLE JEFF!” She threw her arms. Then, when he knew I couldn't take it any longer,he plunged inside with his finger.I let out a squealing gasp. I couldn't breath, .....I stopped. Mark andI lay there, staring into each other's eyes. This was it. If I let Markin he would take my virginity, I wouldn't be able to get it back. Aftera pause, I nodded to him. He knew what I meant.The deal was done, no more denying what I truly wanted. Finally I wouldhave a real man making love deep inside me and not just be fuckingmyself with a.