She was on holiday with her family and just wanted to get away from it all. I watched as she took the first sip of her drink, coughing at the shock of...the alcohol, they must have put extra rum like they do for mine. I told her how cute and sexy she was, and I could see she was warming to me as her top had the tell-tale signs of her erect nipples poking through her top. I took by the hand and caught a glimpse of a cute blue thong as she hopped off the bar stool. I led her onto the dance floor. It was really my extreme sexual desire that kept me fucking all those guys when I was in my twenties. How many guys do you think that you fucked before me? She thought for a minute, and then said, I think that is probably about 50, but I dont know exactly, and it may be a little more. Remember, I was getting laid a couple of time a week from the age of about 20, until I we started dating when I was 24. Now there were a lot of guys that I called my regulars, that I could always count on for a. I looked around here and there to settle off with my luggage and to see if there are any sweet chicks around. I saw each one of them but could not see the face of someone who was sleeping on the top berth covering the face with a bed sheet. All the lights were turned off except for the one right above my head. Suddenly a hand touched me, I turned around to see who it was. It was someone whom I could not see. The person sleeping on the top berth. She was a girl with an average figure and with. The apartments in the building all had fire-escape balconies, and we were the youngest tenants by 30 years or so. Most of our neighbors spent their evenings sitting outside their own windows. We had the roof to ourselves.We took advantage of the roof-top breeze and the isolation, and we discovered wonderful ways of making each other come using our fingers, our lips, our hands, our tongues. He'd press his mouth against my pussy and tease, nibbling with his lips, flicking my clit with his tongue,.