I wear jeans and trainers and like to get dirty with the boys, in more ways than one ;)I’d been speaking to this guy, Sasha, for about 3 years when ...e finally decided to meet in January. I was totally crapping myself on my epic (13 hour) bus journey to meet him but we got on so well, I’m sure nothing could go wrong, and boy was I right!We met at a tube station near where we were staying and he genuinely took my breath away. He’s maybe a little taller than me, 5’7 or 5’8, nice dark brown hair. One night, while Audrey and I were watching the Sparks play their division rival Knicks at the Coliseum, Shaqueal Johnson was having one of his best nights as a budding star. Already in the 3rd quarter, he had scored 38 points, grabbed 16 rebounds, and slapped away 6 blocked shots (he had even made 8 of 11 free throws to that point, which is something of a miracle in and of itself). He was playing with furor, with power, and with domination. Audrey noticed Shaqs prowess and appeared quite hot. Elton and I pulled apart and I lay back on the bed with my legs lewdly spread for him. Marie came over to watch and we all looked on in amazement as Ed crawled between my legs to closely examine my well-fucked, gaping and swollen pussy.My cunt hair was matted with Elton’s cum, and his fuck slime was still oozing out of me. Ed breathed in the aroma of our fluids and moved closer as he pushed his arms under my thighs. Then he demeaned and shamed himself by pulling me up to his face and covering. I noticed your perfume first. A delicate, sweet and fruity smell that was more refreshing than attention-grabbing, and another note beneath the delectation that was deeper, woodier, much more primal. Urgent, even. I took a chance to glance at you, to take a snapshot of your face in this moment and commit it to memory. The grey-blue of those wide eyes. The adorable nose made edgy with a small and neat septum piercing. The summer freckles that were beginning to fade. The full, dusky pink lips.