There was something in his eyes, some sort of fire that made me forget that he was good old Nathan, friend and confidante and definitely not fanciable... If we had been characters in one of those bodice-ripping historical romance stories I’d had a thing for when I was about sixteen, he would have taken me roughly into his arms and kissed me senseless – as it was, he just stood there, and repeated, ‘What should I stay for?’ This was it, the make-or-break moment. And my desire for him pulsed. I was breathing heavily now as he proceeded with his aggressive sexual advances without any protest from me at all…Then he began to slowly push his finger inside my sphincter. The bastard very skillfully pushed his thick digit in and out of my tight ass and began to work it around; to make my muscles to relax…I heard the sound of a zipper. Then he reached under my thong and pulled it down to my ankles. He was going to fuck me right there…I was shaking now and nearly panting with a mixture of. We would stop and browse at the many stalls selling trinkets, household goods, and clothing, not really looking for anything in particular, but just passing the time.We came to a stall selling pajamas and nighties and I asked Mei if I could buy her one that struck my fancy. She blushed and protested, but I insisted. It was fairly tame by Western standards but I knew that for Mei it was very risqué. As we paid the vendor, and continued our stroll, she giggled to herself. When I asked what had. I could guess what had happened. Emily had thought she would work on her tan lines and get some nude sunbathing in before I arrived. But she’d gotten drunk and stoned and fallen asleep in the hot sun. I kicked the leg of Emily’s chair. ‘Hey! Emily!’ I yelled. I leaned down and shook her shoulder. Man, she’s really out, I thought. In fact, Emily’s ability to sleep through anything was near-legendary. Once she had locked herself in her dorm room the night after a party and slept right through the.