Normally I’d walk around the store a bit to scope the guys buy pretending to check out what movies I might wanna’ buy, but I entered of the booths...immediately. As well all know, the booths contain windows with about 2 inches of raised space at the bottom. I put a few singles into the video booth so I wouldn’t receive the typical banging on the door accompanied by ‘you must put money in!’ (in a middle eastern accent). After a few seconds of putting the money in, a long, black dick slid through. Quickly I pulled my panties back on, slipped into my jeans and pulled a blue sweatshirt over my head. I had to get out of my room for a second to calm down. I could go to the house for a glass of milk.Everything was dark when I came up to the kitchen porch, so I let myself in quietly and headed toward the corner where the big white refrigerator sat. I was almost going to open it when Uncle Nat's voice rose in muffled anger from the bedroom just off the hall.Though I'd never been a snooper, it. He liked to write stories in his spare time, and he met her in the site's chat area. They had chatted on and off for a while. Dave had learned that her real name was Ashley, and that she lived not too far from Auckland. She was a lesbian and enjoyed dominating women in the chat rooms. Dave wasn't her target audience, but he was friendly and polite, and they had built a friendship. Dave signed onto the site. He didn't expect her to be there, but lo and behold, she was. He quickly invited her. We’d make out a little bit, but that’s as far as it went. Like I said, she’d been done badly by her previous boyfriend, and she was a little gun-shy about sex. She said she wanted to be sure about her feelings before she took the plunge. That suited me, because my experience was much the same. But I was starting to have real feelings for Stella, because she was exactly what I’d been looking for all of my life. Although she had a sophisticated way about her, and carried herself like royalty,.