"The first guy that ever got me to squirt (the one I mention in my first blog post) had a record shop where I would go meet up with him and fuck him. ...ne of my exs worked in a butcher shop and we would fuck in the back from time to time. This current guy has an auto shop, and when we first met, I was overcome with the desire to let him fuck me in there. Something about being at his place of work, about all the tools around...I don't know, but its HOT.Another thing about the shop- there is a set. Delight and delight and delight again … her whole luscious body touching mine! Imagine her warm belly to my belly, her firm breasts to my chest. Her nipples were hard and pricked in my skin. She was a tall woman, and on her high heels her crotch exactly touched mine. I felt something soft rub against the base of my cock. Beneath that, her thighs against mine, her nylon stockings somewhat rougher than her skin.And we moved slowly and rhythmically to the music. The feeling of her warm skin. Bookish situation, but perhaps she knew something we didn’t because within the first month of school we became lovers and best friends. We’ll never share clothes or shoes or make-up, but we share our emotions, our dreams, a love of sexy games – and on one incredible occasion, we shared Belinda’s mystery boyfriend, although I was blindfolded and still do not know his identity. At least I didn’t at the time; but the day of the shoe shopping fantasy was the day I found out. Hot Five is another of. Intellectually I knew I was in the big, black chopper, but couldn't connect enough of the dots to know what that meant. Just before darkness covered me, again, Rebecca's face appeared above me. She'd been weeping, and I wanted to comfort her, but couldn't lift my arms to brush her face, to give her peace.I am certain I felt the chopper set down. The telltale bump of the ground is another clear memory. As certain as I was that we were back on the ground, I was equally certain I could do nothing.