What would happen if she met the man who was supposed to be the love of her life and was too shy to say, "Hi?"It wasn't a problem Corina would have. A...by was pretty sure her friend was still a virgin, but if even half of her deliciously scandalous stories were true, chances of that lasting past their first freshman semester were slim. Abby didn't think that Corina was a slut, but she was envious of her friend's casual interactions.Abby's eyes slid sideways to where Scott was sitting next to. She rode me wildly whilst shaking her torso, causing her breasts to wiggle deliciously. It took a supreme effort not to race past the finishing line but thankfully, within a very short period of time, Vanessa screamed aloud. I thrust my hips into her convulsing channel, joining her in her moment of glory.She collapsed atop me and lay unmoving, her spasmodic breathing rasping against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as she recovered. Her pussy clamped down repeatedly. A few blocks away we found an Albanian bar, Fund Day'e, which the Plaza's doorman recommended. In truth, it was more Greek than Albanian, but that was fine. I like ouzo, even if you call it raki. We ordered drinks and stuffed grape leaves. Things were a bit silly when our waitress asked if we were newly wed. I realized I was playing with my rings.Lars had given me a family heirloom ring at our engagement years before. This was a concession to American style, since German's traditionally use. I stood up and smoothed my jacket as I moved to the front of the room. I congratulated Gary, who leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “thank you, Krystenah.” I nodded awkwardly and stood behind Brian. I knew I had disappointed him and I wanted to wait to see if there were any way I could smooth his ruffled feathers. He turned to me and pointed to the chair behind me. “Sit,” he said. I lowered myself into it and chewed the inside of my lip. I heard Brian talking in low tones to Mr..