Ich war damals 20 und hatte mit einigen Freunden den Abend verbracht. Mein bester Freund hatte Sturmfrei, sowohl seine Schwester als auch seine Mutter...waren bei Verwandten. Es war ein typischer Abend wie ihn junge Männer verbringen, Bier, Schnaps, Actionfilme, laute Musik und schlechte Witze. Gegen 1 Uhr Nachts sind dann die anderen Jungs gegangen. Da der Weg zu mir Nachhause doch sehr weit war wollte ich über nacht bleiben. Das war auch alles kein Problem. Ich und mein Freund schnappten uns. She finally let him catch her, and theywrestled a little. And, even though he out weighed her, she was stronger,and ended up winning the tussle by sitting on him. She looked down athim, and said, "That was fun." Yea," he said, as he caught her off balance, flipped her on her back,and sat on her, "But, I should have won."He bent down, kissed her, sat back up, and looked at her with a somewhatserious look on his face. She asked, "What's wrong?" Not a thing. But, I've just finally made my mind up. He asked her what was troubling her about it. "It's just so impersonal. Even doing it the last way, with me on my back and my legs up over your shoulders, and you over me looking down at me, it still really felt as though you were just using my body for your pleasure. When we fuck normally your chest rubs against my breasts and you kiss me, but each position we have tried for you to fuck me in the ass you hardly touch me except with your cock."Martin dreamily thought back over the events of the. ‘Perfect,’ he replied. ‘See you at noon tomorrow.’ The next morning, I sat in the hotel lobby around noon waiting for Thomas to show up. Part of me was a little surprised at myself for agreeing. Some other part of me marveled at my new potential victim. It was now 12:03. Thomas had not shown up yet and I was already getting impatient. The heartless side of me surfaced as I saw him walk in, a full four minutes after noon. I sat with my arms crossed, tapping my foot. ‘You’re late,’ I spat out.