Soon, their chats evolved from just sex to other topics, and they discovered they lived in the same city. After several months of chatting, they agree... to meet in a local Starbucks for coffee. Each figured it would be safer, and if they discovered they didn't like the real person behind the keyboard, then they would go their separate ways.He was easily thirty years her senior, with salt and pepper hair, soft brown eyes, and a gentle smile. She was a petite blond with blue eyes and a curvy. He grabbed me and holding my buttocks in his hands started to kiss me. I responded to his kiss and inserted my tongue in his mouth. He inhaled the scent of me deeply and pressed a kiss to my most intimate spot through the material of my micro mini dress.When he saw my smooth fully shaven half naked cunt lips he went wild. Sitting on his knees, he knead it and then sucked at it. He used his teeth to bite me gently while I oohed and aaaaaahed. He hurriedly did as he was told, burying his face. He got up and pulled his pants up. I was still lying in the straw. I sat up a little and closed my legs and covered my breasts with my hands. As I opened my eyes, I could see that there were now six tribesmen, who were wearing only loincloths; looking at me and smiling and discussing me in their own language. I knew I was really drunk, but I must have been completely insane too, because instead of screaming for my husband, I exposed my naked breasts to the tall black natives and, as I looked. Okay?’ Julie found herself absurdly moved by her friend’s words. Suddenly, tears were threatening to well in her eyes. She blinked hard, refusing to shed one. Especially a tear so maudlin. She gave Ashlee a nod and a quick smile and hurried off to bed. Once in the safety of her room, comfortable between the sheets, Julie let herself think about Greg again. And Ashlee. Everything about Greg, the way he had awakened her sexually, the way she lost herself in him was so new to her. But Ashlee.