She groaned as his tongue plunged into her. She loved her Evan. He was so sweet, staid, and correct. When they made love he satisfied her completely. ...ut, this, she thought, was so over the top, so hot and nasty. This was sex, raw and visceral. She hoped Rich would keep going after he’d made her come, stand up, and plunge his cock deep inside her. She wanted to be fucked, hard, and primitive, so she could come and scream and curse. Her body quivered as another orgasm swept over her. She leaned. Since it happened she could not get the felling off her mind that she was truly an exhibitionist and the idea of being caught made her tingle. As she lay there her body glistening from the tan lotion and light sweat on her body, her mind took over, and she was not sure if she was in a dream or awake. She could fell her fingers massaging her clit, but she was just dreaming, she felt slight pressure of her fingers entering her, and the moisture on her hand, it was so vivid and so real in her. I have an extraordinary sense of prediction. No, I’m not psychic. But I can predict the logical outcome of events when given sufficient information. I can extrapolate, compensate for eventualities and worst case scenarios and give you a fairly accurate prediction of just about anything. Of course, it’s an educated guess but my friends and professors have found out that my guesses are a lot more accurate than most people’s facts. I’m forthrightly bisexual. I don’t hide it. I don’t flaunt it.. “Sure, do you have any Pepsi?” “Yeah, of course, it’s my favourite!” “Mine too!” She giggles at me, walking towards the mini fridge, I hand her a can. I take one, cracking them at the same time. We fall into a conversation, more about her than me. She tells me that her dad did get transferred from one company place to another. It’s the fourth time it’s happened, so it’s nothing new for her. She’s been all over. She was born in California, from there she went to Alabama at nine, when she was.