Then we sat together and started talking. Her name was Sheeba, a rich family lady doing her own business.We started sharing each other’s information...and directly she told me that I looking dashing. I was shocked that a lady was telling like this.During the whole flight, we started chatting. Then she asked me can you give your mobile number then I gave it to her. She said that I will call you. In the end, we both went on our ways. I booked a hotel and started dreaming about her like lips,. On arrival it was blatantly obvious that one of the young trainee managers José (not his real name) was quite interested in me & paid me a little extra attention. Over the first few days José made a point of seeking us out for a chat & on one evening sorted us out with a good bottle of wine in the restaurant as a gift from him. Near the end of the week after a night out we were a bit peckish & visited the burger joint across the road, reached by an underpass, on the way back hubby started to. Truthfully, I’d probably turn around and walk right back out. I knocked on her stall and she opened it enough for me to join her inside. ‘Hi Rachel.’ she smiled at me, and my insides turned to pudding. I was so nervous, I could have thrown up right there in the toilet. But instead, I said hello back, probably sounding very awkward. I looked at this girl curiously. Megan Ford. Eighteen years old and gorgeous. Known for being a party girl drunk every weekend. I didn’t really know her too well. In. I decided to take this opportunity to finally get laid for the first time.Before Abby came over, I had to jerk off twice so I wouldn’t be some kind of 2 minute ride for my first time. When I opened the door I was amazed. Abby was clad in a tight shirt that made her small boobs look medium sized and it showed off her perfectly flat stomach. She had on the shortest skirt that I have ever seen with nothing on under it.We got straight to business. I slammed her against my living room wall and our.