"All night long I've been sitting here next to you in your sexy little skirt and your sexy six inch heels. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to fuck ...ou." I replied. "Yes sir!" Stacy said. "I want you to walk into the men's restroom with this napkin. Once you get in there you will fold the napkin and make a blindfold. You will put the blindfold on so you can not see. You will then lean over the counter, lift your skirt up over your ass, and spread your legs. Once you are in that position you. I'm sorry but you deserve to know the truth. I don't know if you remember when Julie and her girlfriends went to Myrtle Beach for a few days." Yes, I remember, they went two years in a row just to get away from the class work. She asked me to go but I had to work at the dealership and couldn't go," I replied."She didn't want you to go and knew you had to work. Why do you think she went with three of her girlfriends? They went to party. It was the nude day party at a private beach." How do you. So they did a few touristy things. Beth loved having a native show her London. John of course knew where everything was, and took her to places off the beaten path. She felt better with him on the tube, even ‘minding the gap!’ They went up the London Eye and he pointed out some landmarks as fortunately it was a very bright clear day. He took her to the National Gallery as he knew she loved art. They enjoyed each others company immensely as despite the plethora of words written between them the. I moved my gaze upward to her face, that milky white skin, those luscious lips, those piercing blue eyes and the mass of blond hair that came down to her waist. Gulping down my desire to kiss her right there, I smiled sheepishly and said, ‘Ariel, great to finally meet you, want a drink?’ ‘That would be nice,’ she replied in a voice that sounded oh so sensual to my ears. We sat . . . we talked . . . things came easily. It wasn’t awkward like I had expected, rather it seemed that we were.