With a low self-esteem and major trust issues, it was always difficult finding my way into relationships. However, I had found what I seemed to have b...en looking for. His name was Vincent, and he was sweet enough. He was my first serious relationship. However, he always had a way of ripping that void of isolation even larger. Every time we were together, he would tell me the usual “Baby, I love you.” and “I want to be with you all the time.” But words are nothing. He proved that to be true. He. Suddenly his mouth was on her breast, one had knotted in her hair, the other pinching her nipple. He sucked on her hard nipples as she held him in place, fingers laced in his hair, her legs wrapped around his torso. He started to move further down her body, but she stopped him."No," she growled, pulling him up by his hair.With a quick move she aligned her hips and guided him in. His rock hard cock slammed home in one powerful thrust, filling her desperate cunt in the way that she craved. Her. This story is the 10th on the list, hence the subtitle (true story number 10)...****************************************Drinking A Puddle Of Girl-Racer's PissTrue Story No. 10***************************************A few years back I was taking a walk around a popular tourist spot on the County Durham Coast. As I made my way along the path back to the car park, just as I emerged from the dip, I could see, squatting in the open door-way of her car, an unusually attractive, girl-racer type, taking. A rather handsome man blatantly sifting through silky lingerie sets-all in large and medium sizes, what was even more apparent was the bulge in his jeans as he was touching and feeling the textures of the clothes. I boldly approached him and told him what I thought was going on….that he wanted to try on and wear what he was handling. He turned bright pink dropped his hands over his jeans and the bulge that was ever growing and finally admitted he fantasised about the texture of womans lingerie,.