I could not remember the last time I had felt so unsexy. Finally there was a knock at the door and Wendy ushered in Arwen, the fragile-looking blonde....Her eyes widened in wonder as if she could not believe that we were face to face at last, then she gripped the white blouse she was wearing and literally ripped it apart, buttons flying in all directions, to reveal her breasts. I remembered now how this same girl had brazenly grabbed my cock at the garden party and written me a note simply saying. .. and we weren’t in that big a hurry. So ... why not Crete.After Crete came Zo’s suggestion. Gallipoli. Thousands of Australian and New Zealanders sacrificed all on the peninsula only to be defeated by the Turks. Australian history ... sure, Zoe had to go.That might explain why we were sitting in the anteroom of The Consulate General of Ukraine in Istanbul explaining why we wanted ... well ... some of us wanted ... to see Sevastopol, Yalta and Odessa in the Crimea. The instructions said call. What never occurred to either of us was that this guy could have been an axe murderer. Now inside the motel room, and after some chit chat, we started to loosen up with some wine and a few laughs.The three of us began to watch porn on the TV which helped loosen the tension and heat up the room. Becoming quite hot watching porn, I started kissing my wife and feeling her pussy through her jeans. With the door now ajar so to speak, this guy, I will call him Mike, came over to us, went down on his. It’s an off the grid campus pay app specifically for my business. Like I said, I’m in Marketing. But more college stories later. Today I’m in the mood to reminisce about my first forced fuck, because honestly, for many reasons, it’s still one of my favorites. Now mind you I’m not a professional back in the day. No drug connections, no cash apps, just a normal guy, invited to an end of year party that can see an opportunity presented to him. Meet Kira. My opportunity. She’s popular of course,.