I slipped my hand over onto his knee and asked him if he’d ever been with a man. He shook his head but didn’t move my hand away. ‘It can be very...exciting’ I told him, whispering in his ear. My hand moved further up his thigh, gently stroking and squeezing it. I looked down and could see a bulge in his trousers. He was sat there looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I let my hand travel up and down his leg. ‘Is this Ok?’ I asked. He looked around to check noone could see us and. Anyway, I'd gulped, swallowed my apprehension and drove up to this relatively remote spot on a Friday afternoon. It was rugged and exceptionally beautiful, but at first I didn't see that, for in my self-centered way, I was caught up in my shyness, thinking, "What am I DOING here?"Mulling on that existential quandary, I'd not even been aware when she walked up, that is until she sat beside me on a pillow against the wall. Sticking her hand out, she said, "Hi. My name's Ann. What's yours?"Years. I dreamed about use and abuse ? strict bondageand humilation.I started to lookaround in the internet. It was a hole new world and Ispend more and more time there. It was a nice erotic game for me. And ne day I get a mail from Isabelle. She wanted to know me ?wanted to know about my dreams and my needs. I read it so many times. What Idid ? I wrote her back. Like this it goes onfor 6 weeks. She started to manipulates me in herletters. I was so naive ? I just wanted to stay in contact with her ?. . I shouldn't."As if without any self-control, Megan watched as her own hand reached down between them and took hold of Curly's throbbing cock. She watched as she then guided that pointed cockhead to her vaginal opening. She held her breath as she felt it slip past those same blood engorged lips and enter her.As soon as he felt the warmth of her pussylips wrap themselves around his tip, Curly shoved forward hard. In that very first thrust, he managed to bury six inches of his vibrating.