My first adventure was a series of chats and phone calls with a school teacher. She spotted me as curious guy and opened up about how she was using th... site.On the weekends when she didn't have her kids, she'd set up two rendezvous on Friday and four or five on Saturday and Sunday. She did whatever they wanted. One guy, she explained, just wanted to lie in bed and hug her. They didn't even get naked. Other guys fucked her wildly. A couple of guys took her to dinner and treated her like a date.. It was hard at first to reconcile theinnocent beauty of the artefact with a function so blatantly cruel, and yetso necessary. A girl needed to know that her needs would be met, and therewas no greater need, when the time came, than to surrender to the spit. Herheart pounded as her feet brought her closer to the steps leading up to theplinth. All around her punters continued to feed coins into the slots, and the quietnessof her thoughts was drowned by the chinking, whirring hubbub. She smiled. As difficult as it was for Anita to accept losing at all, never mind to a team from some Podunk little town she thoroughly dominated many times before, there were many reasons for the loss that she could rationalize in her mind, if she wanted to. Kellie and her team were just on that day. Anita`s team did not play well, herself included. They were probably overconfident, having beaten Kellie so often in the past. Sometimes the old law of averages just catches up to you. Just one of those days,. "I can handle the rest. Are you going to join me in the pond?" Uh, yes. I guess I could use a wash, too." As I pulled off my pants and boxers, shirt, shoes and socks, she pulled her blouse over her head and, naked, we walked to the lake. I knelt down to help her remove her shoes unlacing the boots and pulling them off her feet one by one. Again, my shoulder was her brace. Her touch was much warmer on my naked skin. I was glad that I had stayed in shape after college. She was definitely in.