Yes! I am a virgin even though I am almost twenty but that is not my confession of guilt at all. The fact I am a virgin is strictly technical and resu...ts from my fear of letting a male put his business in my baby-making factory and me winding up with a pram in the hallway before benefit of spousal joy.My so-called “fetish” is one that is kind of unique and I don’t know of anyone else who has an obsession of this nature. I am fairly tall for a female and I have the good fortune of having what is. Maggie was led to the couch and was made to straddle the guy sitting there. He didn’t waste much time lining up his dick with her pussy and he sat her down onto his lap, her pussy sliding down his dick.Seated in this position, straddling the guy on the couch, Maggie was bent over in just the right position for another guy to come up behind her and take her from behind. Maggie, I think, sensed what was being intended and sat up a bit, with the seated guy’s cock sliding out of her crotch. “No. But he likes it and I try to be a good sport. I don't think of myself as sexy. You see I am handicapped. I have an artificial leg. But I am attractive, blond 5'7" and 135#. I think I feel more matronly and that kills my sex drive.So we had been at train station for about 30 min. Really nasty place. Almost like still communist. No one was helpful. We really felt lost and I felt kind of scared. Sitting there not sure what train, it looked like it would leave in 1 hour but really no one would help. ”“Meet me?” Sam asked as she picked up a French fry with a worried frown. “Why?”“Because,” I started and paused. It hit me that this was the exact moment when my life was going to fall apart. It seemed inevitable. I considered lying to her, but the truth squeaked out in a whisper. “I want to go to the turn-about dance with you and Dad won’t let me unless he meets you first.” I must have spoken too loudly because everyone around us stopped talking and stared at me with matching expressions of.