" I attached another one of her taking a drag."So what!" You wouldn't want people to know about this." Fuck off!" she replied.The response rattled me....It took me a few seconds to know what to say. "Be nice and I'll be nice." Leave me alone or I'll call the cops."This wasn't how I imagined it would go. I fantasized about her giving in to my demands and I would fuck her sometime soon after.I replied, "No, you won't. You wouldn't want your mom to know about last night." Go fuck yourself!"I thought. Sie ist 1,60 m klein, mittellanges glattes braunes Haar, kleiner Hintern, kleine A-Tittchen, 20 Jahre alt, Brille, süßes Lächeln. Wir küssten uns wild. Ich wollte mit meiner Hand in ihre Hose gleiten, da schob sie meine Hand weh, unterbrach den Kuss, gucke mich an und sagte: „ich bin noch Jungfrau und ich möchte nicht von dir entjungferte werden!“ Bahm, das hat gesessen. „Was...wieso... wer soll dich den entjungfern?“ stieß ich hervor. Und dann erzählte sie mir ihren Plan. Sie und ihre kleine. It was a long, hazy day, and Sadie and I decided to end it together, making love in her bed after an X-certificate taxi ride in which she sucked my cock with no regard to the presence of the driver. That night was heavenly, like a dream. Sadie was less stoned than I was, and she treated me to the most sensual, dreamlike sexual experience of my life. She was all over me, bouncing up and down on my dick, then sliding up my body and sitting on my face, rubbing her crotch all over me and presenting. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business.Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what mattered at the end of each accounting month was that she'd balanced the books and generated enough profit to stay in business. In a world where famine and food shortages were a daily reality for more and more.