I asked her to write it in story format as I get off on it and it's easier for her to write than tell it to me in person as she is shy about them. I'd...like to share it with you as I have her blessing. It's kind of short and sweet but I was thrilled she wrote it. Tampa in the late eighties was quite a place for sex. It still is but then it was pretty wild. I lost my virginity at a young age. By twenty I had about fifteen lovers. d**gs were plentiful and my friends and I took our liberties with. " "Then after that we could not stop having sex, her brother was always doing me and my brother was always doing her." Lori said with a coy smile. "Then the boys had a couple of other friends that joined in and then a few more till Connie and I were servicing about ten to twelve boys. We had to get a few more girls to help us out. It was way cool as we all just had sex with whoever whenever." Lori sighed. "The good ole days. We would have these parties when we could have a house and invite. “So, no women in your life,” she said in the way people do when they want to just switch you on and listen. There wasn’t much to say on this subject that I hadn’t told her already, so I just looked at her and my hand found its way onto her knee. She was wearing a knee-length dark blue dress in stretchy fabric which clung to her curves and also rode up a little when she sat. So my hand was on skin; that rich, ebony skin that had entranced me ever since I had first seen her. She smiled back at me. The firsthints of tears mixed with the rain running down his cheeks.Loosing his balance as he attempted to straighten his back, he foundhimself coming into contact with a concrete wall directly behind him.Slamming into the rough surface with the hyper-sensitive skin of hisback forced a gasping squeal of pain from his lips. The pain pushed himanother slow step closer towards clarity, the lights around him slowlybreaking through his clouded vision.Grimacing and whimpering through the pain, he.