Never mind. You don't mind fucking me up the ass instead do you, only I don't take the pill, and I don't want to get pregnant." Er, no, actually that ...ould be fantastic! But we'll need a strong lubricant..." I've thought of that," she replied and pointed to a plastic bottle of oil by the bed. "OK, let's get started."Nina unbuttoned my shirt and then as she crouched down to undo my trousers I slipped off her t-shirt, revealing her chocolate brown shoulders. Once she'd finished undressing me she. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful obsession. The girls, then women in my fantasies became. Your hands roam under my t-shirt and find my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples with your gentle strokes. You engulf me in your arms and rain kisses on my face, ears, and neck. Your touch is the fuel feeding the fire burning inside me. You sense my arising need and remove my t-shirt exposing my full breasts to the cool morning air that is seeping into our cocoon and to your eager mouth. You kiss each one in turn and they blossom under your lips. Taking one hard nipple into your mouth suckling. She will really go frenzy and might even panic. She is among those who feels shy even to show her body in bikini. She would wear those full bikinis that made her look like grandmother. Maybe today something might change, I didnt know what would happen. Nina and Alia both went in and started bringing the food items and setting the table outside. They put the chicken on the grill and let it barbeque. It was a hot day and it was even hotter near the grill. I could see Alia sweating even from far,.