M: want me to spice up things? Want to hear a story of mine?Me: hmmm let’s hear it out. Maria’s narration.I had a bf a few years back his name’s...Vince (vin for short). We hanged out n had fun n fooled around but didn’t go any further. One day we went to a party and had a few drinks. Both were tipsy and wanted to go out for some fresh air. It was dark as it was evening and then vin was feeling too horny. I was on the verge too but had some control but Vin was pulling me towards him under a big. He was quiet as he navigated his way back to the busy highway, and then once we hit a good stretch of road, he reached over wordlessly and lifted my dress, sliding his hand between my legs.Once his fingers found my clit, I let out a moan immediately. It had been so long, the sexual energy had been building in me and his touch was like an electric shock. I parted my legs and he began to rub two fingers up and down my slit. "You're so fucking wet already," he breathed, and I whimpered in. You may change your mind. I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I. Behind the gates I could make out the shape of a late modelMercedes Benz sports car parked near the large double door entry. Mydated Chevy looked forlorn and tired when surrounded by the opulence ofthe house and the surrounding neighbourhood. The gates stood closed as Iedged the Chevy up to the entrance.A metallic voice, though softly feminine came over the recessed securitydevice that was near to the entry. "Please state your business and whom do you wish to see." Mr. David Walsh to see Donna.