Men like Tom didn’t leave their families to be with women like her. So she wasn’t going to let herself fall for him. It HAD to be just about the s...x. She had enjoyed all the build up between them, the late night skyping and sexual banter these past few months. It was weird he grew up in Inglewood, her home town. She couldn’t remember him but then again she would only have been young. So she had asked her mum about him and her mum had raised her heavily pencilled eyebrows, ‘They were a stunning. There we were, getting off to EACHOTHER getting off. I watched her cum and some clear liquid shot across at me and hit me in the lower stomach. I laughed.“Did you cum yet?”, she asked.I told I didn’t and I wanted and needed penetration. She walked over to her closet and took out a purple vibrator.“Do you want me to fuck you with this?”, she asked.I did. I wanted it so fucking badly.“Lay back”, she instructed me.I laid back, nervous as hell and I literally thought I may vomit from my nerves.. I nodded. "Promise?"2 -The Next Day"Hey," I said when I'd gotten within ten feet of her. She was sitting in a beach chair, her toes dangling in the breaking surf. I'd been walking towards her with the sun at my back."Hey you," she answered back when she finally recognized me.I was eighteen. Emma twenty-five. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. There wasn't one girl on the island who'd have looked better in it."You shouldn't be allowed out in that," I told her as I sat down on the towel next. ’ She answered. Her voice seemed soft, almost demure. That’s when I felt it – a single tear that rolled off her cheek and dropped softly onto my chest. That’s when the words flowed from her mouth. 15 hours ago Anne Murray had entered Cassandra Vincent’s office not really knowing what to expect. As she saw the woman stand up from behind the desk Anne felt confused. After shaking her hand and sitting down, the question just blurted out of her mouth. ‘I’m sorry, but you’re not what I expected.’.