As reality hit me, one feeling was of being very scared of what would happen if I did jump out of bed and make a scene as I was thousands of miles fro... home. The other feeling I had was of intense horniness and sexual curiosity. I had cay/bi thoughts before the trip for about a year so maybe this is why I didn’t scream out. I was probably still drunk with the relaxation of inhibitions that brings. And the sights of the pictures in those magazines. As I rolled onto my back I looked to see that. I felt her right legs move over my left one as she scooted closer. My pussy started to tingle again, and I was getting even more turned on as we looked through my dad’s porno magazine. It didn’t help seeing Sheri’s reaction to some of the photos. “You really like this magazine, huh Sheri?” I asked, sliding my hand along her thigh and leaned in for a better look at the centerfold. I couldn’t believe it; she looked just like Sheri. The next two pictures of this “Sheri” look alike were of her. .”You were now squeezing my cock and stroking it.“Fuck. I wish I had worn a skirt.”“Why?” I ask.“’Cuz then I could just hike it up and you could fuck me right here, right now.”“We’ll see what we can figure out.” I said with a sly grin as I went back to your breasts. “Take your blouse off.”You did. Now you sat in my car topless with me attached to your breasts.“There’s a car coming,” you said/I look up, see the car park about 100 feet away from us (we’re in a pretty empty part of the. I would get wet, just thinking of him, and I spent many days fighting to keep my mind focused on my work. If he was away at a dig during the day, I’d spend the afternoon touching myself, imagining his strong hands on me, his deep voice and wet breath in my ear, and his hard cock in my pussy. My brush hardly did the trick anymore, I had developed an attachment to Olu’s penis, and he never failed to make me come by pumping it deep into me, climaxing with that deep sigh that always followed his.