“Hello?”“Hello, Camilo” a sultry voice answered. “That is who I'm speaking to, yes?”“Yes! Hello, Mistress Demonica?”“That's me.”�...Wow, it's a pleasure to hear your voice.”“Likewise. I guess you could say I'm a little old fashion. Instant messages are fine, but this is much more intimate, don't you think?”“Yes! It certainly is.”“Mmmhmmm, and I like to hear someone before I decide if I want to meet them. You sound like a nice young man. Would you like to meet me?”Camilo's heartbeat steadily. ''And did you like it?''It took a bit of getting used to, but yes, it was ok.........why John?' A wry smile crept across his face.'Well, since I let you cum on my arse and up my back, I have wondered what it would be like to let you fuck me, that's all.'His smile widened at the thought of being the first one to penetrate me.'Do you want to try it then John? I wouldn't mind it.''I need to have a few more drinks to relax first Dave, and I want to control it. I suggest that I sit on you in the arm. But you probably need some sex education so let’s start down there. ‘Run your finger up and down the slit. Don’t try to push in. That’s good. Feel the juices starting to come out, makes it slippery. OK now I’m going to spread my pussy lips so you can see. Slip your finger a little ways into the hole. Now go in and out slowly. No, too fast. Use your finger as a tiny cock. Yes that feels good. ‘Notice the ‘little man in the boat’, as it’s called. That’s my clitoris, or clit. The ‘little man’ will. “Kiss me,” said Manjula suddenly. She had never actually said that in so many words, but Tony was hardly going to refuse. The wind whipped coolly around her lips, making her warmth more precious than ever. They made out for a while, then went for Tim Horton’s legendary donuts and coffee.Later on, Manjula was even more staggered by the Rogers Centre domed stadium.“Fifty thousand people will come here to watch a sports match? That is half the population of our entire district.”“Yes, baseball.