She's a quick study, and never gets it wrong more than once."Then Robert put his cup down onto the coffee table, and sat back, and said, "Okay, Alfie....May I call you Alfie? Call me Bob. We both know what we have to talk about. I admit it to you, I'm just too damn scared to start off, because I'm not sure I believe what Diana told me about you."I gazed at this scared, defensive, and defenceless man in my living room, who kept rubbing his hands down his jeans, his hands sweaty, and I could. ” He whispered as he nestled just inside.The swell was gaining momentum; I knew it would be a good ride. Just relax, wait for it, let the wave do the work. Just a bit more, he slid in, I popped up, wrapped my legs around him, perfect, right on the sweet spot. I was on, he was in, deep, committed. For now, I was rushing the face, almost like falling, speeding down, getting ready to edge a turn and carve the wave.My hands reached behind him, grabbed and pulled him further into me. This was no. Rolling her onto her back, he knelt between her legs. “God, Christy, you are so beautiful. I want you so much.”Using his cock like a paintbrush, he drew patterns of his moisture on her lips. Dipping just a fraction of an inch into her center, he coated his cockhead with her juice, and then lubricated her clit with it. She gasped in anticipation, spreading her legs to open herself to him.Slowly, deliberately, he began to penetrate her. When just his head had pushed between the tight muscles. Two complete strangers who have a chance meeting one summer afternoon and begin a adventure together that neither them, their loved ones nor their enemies will ever forget. -Part 1- The meeting Michael Laroux was a Sophomore at San Diego State university. He was tall, but not overly so. He was lean and tight bodied, but not big and muscular. His black hair hung down to his shoulders and his eyes were a dull shade of green. In other words, he wasn’t the kind of guy anyone would take a second.