"Um ... stories about sex in public, people being so turned on they just have to do it. I also like the voyeur and multiple partner stories." More gir...s or more guys?" Both."It was hard to tell in the low light, but she looked a little flushed when she looked back. Her eyes dropped to my lap and took in the appreciatively large bulge that had grown there. She unconsciously licked her lips and asked, "When you are beating your meat, what do you think about doing?" Everything. I think about. I loved how her ass looked and I really enjoyed the view of her breasts hanging down."Come on!" she moaned. "Fuck me good!" I'm not a virgin. I've had some good experiences with former girlfriends. Well, at least they were good for me. We were all innocent bumblers, stumbling our way through sex. Anyway, I knew what to expect.Or I thought I did.I stepped out of my shorts and boxer-briefs and approached her from behind. She wiggled her ass at me, again arching that lovely ass into the air.. So, at least from what she could see she looked as she remembered and didn't seem to have any memory problems except for the knowledge of how she got here.There was most likely no one that would come looking for her, she had no family and didn't have many friends at least none that cared very much. She wasn't attached to where she lived before much anyway so she couldn't really be upset at her loss, she didn't like to dwell on the past either not that she liked where she had been in her life. He called it his ‘Second Coming’, which was pretty damn funny if you think about it. He kept turning all the water into wine, which was cool because I couldn’t really afford a lotta alcohol back in those days. But then again, wine is like a chick drink. It woulda been much better if he coulda turned it into like beer or something, but when I asked him about that he got all mystical and shit and gave me a line of bull about it being God’s will and all that. I come to find out later that he’d.