That was the moment I knew that I was going to be the one to take her cherry. I didn't know what day, what month, what year, what millennium, but her ...ody would be mine. She was no longer my pal, my friend; she was now my fantasy.And so life went on. A whore in Amsterdam was not going to change my ways; I still jerked off every chance I got, several times a day, with help from porn magazines, fantasies of Carrie and memories of Mom, with her tits hanging down as Dad fucked her ass and then. .It was a violation of our friendship, but I couldn't stop myself from joining Rachel, imaging even more as I started to bring myself towards the precipice. I let out a moan, relaxing, knowing the pounding water would mask what I was really doing in here from who I was really thinking about.The crash came against the door first, not quite opening it before she turned the handle.Did I react? Did she see me with my legs up in the air, my pussy reacting to the pressure of the faucet? And. "Finally you had the guts to come here and talk to me. I know it's not easy, Simon, and I'm glad you did." What?!?!" my brain was in deep confusion, I felt like I was stoned."You think I should be the one surprised, don't you, Simon? But don't forget that a woman my age can see things very clearly. Do you think I have never noticed you staring at my boobs, no matter where we are? Or looking at my legs when I'm wearing skirts? You undress me with your eyes, I almost feel naked when I'm around. Just thinking about your hungry and lustful eyes following my every move. You’ll creep behind me, giving my tight little ass a slap. I can feel your manhood pressing against my ass, grinding from behind. Your hands slipped under my apron, and started kneading my breast. ‘Ouch!’ I snapped, I accidentally cut my index finger. I sucked my finger, trying to stop it from bleeding. Dreaming awake about sex is not safe, especially when you’re holding a knife. I laughed at myself for a second, thinking.