" Oh."I sighed. "Katie, I'm going to tell you the truth, but you're going tohave to keep an open mind. Because it's going to sound like I've gonebonke...s otherwise. See, the me that's been here the past couple of daysisn't really me. It's actually a girl from another universe in my body."Katie leaned back, stared at me for a moment, then rolled her eyes andshook her head."Jackson fucked something up again, didn't he?"My eyes widened, then a hearty laugh escaped from deep inside my chest.Why did. Maybe watch her on my laptop wearing rubber in that Will I Am video, or that tight corset in the Girls Aloud Don't Speak French video. Getting hard. Looking at the pics of the slut in Cannes of her wearing that low cut dress, showing off her huge rack.The pics and vids are working. Soon my cock is rock hard, thick, swollen, the veins throbbing. I see a bead of pre at the tip and work it into the shaft with some spit to get it shiny for the cameras. Then a runner calls round the corner and tells. Very slowly. She was still asleep, good. So now I put my fingertips at the waistband of her underwear and gently and slowly pulled those down, too.There was her naked ass, I was staring right at her nakedness again, for what had seemed like too long of a time. I had pulled enough of her clothing down to see underneath her ass, too. Nothing smelled any different until I leaned in to touch her ass and gently kiss it. I was a horny virgin, I had no idea what I was doing. But now I could smell a. I was 30.I met Inga when she was attending the college that I was doing graduate studies at, and was a graduate assistant, teaching one of her anatomy classes. She was the best looking girl on campus, the most sought after, being European, very popular. Her sexual hang-ups were nonexistent. She thought nothing of having sex with a different man every week or month, and she routinely bedded the best looking women. It was like a Frenchman drinking wine; part of the culture for her.I left the.