I slowed up a bit as I drove past her. She smiled and waved as I drove by. I drove on for about another ten or fifteen seconds and then did another ut...rn.She glanced back at me as I slowed down and approached her, rolling down my passenger side window.“Are you OK?” I asked as I pulled up next to her.She smiled. She was a young lass, probably about twenty or so, or so I guessed.“Yeah,” she said, “I’m just walking to a friend’s house.”“Do you need a ride?” I asked.To my surprise, she stepped. The guy whose apartment we were in was a regular FB of mine, and I trusted him to ensure the players in anything beyond one-to-one were guys he knew and could trust. I loved having sex with Terry--we had a dad/son, S&M kind of relationship.I was always so hot for him that he could really get me to do almost anything he wanted. He was laid back, older, really experienced, into all kinds of things, a patient teacher, and he had a rather large uncut cock (8 full inches and thick) that could go. Whatever else, he was in no hurry. It was too late in any event. The shirt was spotted with my perspiration. He did not miss that either. ‘Ah, well. I suppose we must have it off to get it cleaned.’ He was cool and fully in control. His calm was inspiring, inspiring of terror. Sean: Cynthia was transformed. Gone was the cool trainer and business woman. In her place was a vulnerable beauty, watching me through wide eyes. She was breathing rapidly, almost panting. To say her breasts were heaving. Your brown hair is muddled as always, despite your efforts. Getting changed into comfortable track pants and a loose shirt, you rub your eyes, trying to clear the lethargy of your mind that seems to have fallen on you over the last few days. Stumbling groggily down the stairs, you glance at the calender hanging on the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs. Tuesday, September 5th; you turn 20 today and look forward to a day of relaxation having no school as it's a public holiday.Entering the.