"What's your name?"The Israeli looked at me and said, "Jewish Chick." then she walked away."You don't want to get to know anyone here Oz. We are all j...st nicknames here. It makes the whole thing less real." I said."Who are you?" she asked."Skinny Blond chic to the rabble," I said."So who will I be?" she asked."Big tit blond chic," I said. "Now go to sleep Oz. This may be your last chance before you get your cherry popped." I'm no virgin," she said."There are all kinds of virgins honey. Tomorrow. 30.The ground seemed somewhat lonely. He looked around and said,-let us have a walk, shall we?-After we walked for a while in the ground, we went away to the botanical gardens of this university. This university was called the garden university of central province and that was for a reason. Most of here were gardens than buildings and even tracks.The botanical gardens were lonely. There were nobody around there. We were the only couple there. I started to feel different but I thought it would. Well, I’ll save on birth control!So sex is only for fun now. And I sure think it’s fun! And it was a lot of fun when I was single. A virgin at twenty-four when I met my future husband (MFH), he helped me see beyond the controlling teachings of my fundamentalist parents. I finally realized that sex was a natural appetite and good for me when, like eating or any other natural activity, it was done responsibly. I studied it and got on birth control and started screwing MFH. Damn, it was soooo. It was suddenly as though the gates of heaven had opened up as the whole length of my penis slid all the way inside. If had ever masturbated I might have just been a little more prepared, but I hadn’t even done that at that time so nothing prepared me for the beautiful and intense feelings in my penis. I think I must have moaned or groaned with sensory overload because once again she asked if I was OK.The best I could offer under the circumstances was a rather pathetic “Yes, it’s wonderful, it.