She didn't mind the stares when she went down to the pool. She knew that her long, blond, wavy hair was beautiful. And because of her activity, she wa... as fine physically as they come. She had long, curvaceous legs and her breasts were real, soft and touchable.Her parents and most of her family lived in the Bay area. She had attended Berkeley and was now engaged in her life's work. By day she was a financial advisor, but by night she practiced her passion, writing. She was well along on her. He hid them there so either his mother or Matar wouldn't find them. If he only knew that they had spotted them there when he was just 14 and even looked at every edition since. He subscribed to a porno magazine which showed explicit pictures of men and women performing. He didn't want many women, he only wanted one, one that he could call his own. Working in an environment predominately women, you would suppose he could find one, but he was too shy even to try. On the other hand, he could speak. It was quicker and easier than the adult porn theater, the only other place I knew I could cruise, back then. Each hall in the arcade area offered a different selection of ten or twelve videos. The first few times I went I would check out the video covers mounted on the wall in the hall by the booths and wait to see if any of the other guys would check me out. I generally stuck to the smaller booths up front because they were quicker to duck into, as opposed to the longer walk past the desk. They were made for this, a perfect match even though she’s more on the romantic side. She removes her nails from his flesh, she sits up and bites his neck. A deep growl comes from both as she bites through his flesh, drawing blood. She slowly licks his blood away as he continues, even harder than before, fucking her. She, in turn, has not stopped fucking him. After the blood has stopped, she lays back down and lets him just fuck her until she feels the very familiar feeling of an orgasm.