"You crack me up! A guy looks at you twice and you memorize what he wore, everything about him, what he said! You're just a schoolgirl sitting there p...aying with your hair, legs crossed, leaning forward with a big grin on your face." "He's not my type, okay?" Was I really behaving like a crush-stricken schoolgirl?"Oh, and why's that?" "Well, for a start, he's the wrong sex." Oh my, Andrea." Becky grinned mischievously, "Are you telling me that you're a lesbian?" Well, no, Andrea's straight." I. I’m just giving you the down and dirty details of sex!! I have never hidden the fact that I was a really big whore earlier in life. I never considered myself a slut because I didn’t fuck around carelessly with a lot of guys (or maybe I did but I was always careful! LOL). I was always of the mindset that, if you are involved in a serious relationship, you should be willing to do anything sexually for your guy or your girl whichever the case may be — so here goes. I was in college and had your. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" You exclaim, and rush to the door and open it quickly. Standing before you is a beautiful brunette of average height. Her hair is plastered over her face thanks to the driving rain. Your attention however is caught by the tight and wet top she is wearing, which is revealing the fact that she is rather busty.Realising you have been staring at her chest for a fraction too long you open the door wider to allow her indoors. "Hi I'm John. You must be Rachel, come on in!"Rachel. My group consisted of a male Sergeant plus myself, four other males and four females. The R&R was centred on a farmhouse about three miles outside Aviemore.The large farmhouse was a B&B run by a lady called Anna. To save money, the Army had taken over the attic and filled it with camp beds and sleeping bags. Resident for the duration of the season was an Army cook and a ski instructor. On the Sunday afternoon, they met us at Aviemore train station with a Landrover and four-ton truck. Anna.