We started sexting, she kept asking what to do, asking for instructions. I sent her a pic of my dick and asked her to finger herself thinking it was i...side her, btw I have a dick of 6 inches, its real, and I know it’s not too long but it has girth. She started fingering herself with one finger and sent me a pic of her boobs and asked me to jerk off and her my cum. I started stroking, we kept sexting, imagining we were fucking with each other. I asked her to send a pic of her pussy, she told me. Going to Utrecht was intact an escape and a search to my inner self. I was shy, had so.e gay encounters, but no real sex.even being gay in Holland was never a problem we are a open-minded country.accept that people can be different, in many ways. I settled soon in Utrecht, did my study, and went out with fellow students who knew about my orientation. Soon I started to go out by my self and went with some other friends I met during the time to gay bars. To me a other world, but refreshing new to. Her mind slowly drifted to peace as she watched the beautiful city unfold below her. It spread for miles in lines of brilliant lights, illuminating every block of the Los Angeles valley. She felt completely alone until the car pulled into a secluded parking spot at the topmost viewpoint of the drive."I thought you'd like the view," Martin said matter-of-factly as he got out of the car. He walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from. ’ She handed me the headset and I put it on, then looked at Julie. Her thoughts were full of wonder at what this contraption was, and admiration of me for being able to create it. She was also almost embarrassingly grateful to me for loving and accepting her as a person, not just a bombshell, and loved me for it. But she was also now petrified of her mindreader. I looked away. ‘Yes, Iagree: we should not use these on each other unless we both agree to use them. And, obviously, we’ll have to be.