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Almost Caught again on the Beach… Bad Luck…

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This is part one, a little bit more on anal. As this series begins, let’s get this out of the way: I’m in fact the only one on the internet to post here and not just on here but also in this comment box so if there is someone that you think would appreciate an extra little peek and if you are curious how anal works in real life, just comment! If you like what you’re seeing, please share, I really love reading comments and seeing what people think!!

I’ve been masturbating with friends, my husband, the girls, and in this case a guy with no idea where to start. I’m not talking about someone that is on the internet and is a virgin, someone that just has an idea that works, someone that doesn’t know the first bit and has to work up the courage to ask. I’m talking about a guy who’s in love with me and is completely willing to do anything for me. He’s just never done anything.

So let’s get straight to the point. I’ve always been a good listener, I’m a great listener, I like to think that if I’m not listening I am reading. In my mind, I’m reading every comment that comes my way and I don’t care if it’s one of the hottest, sexiest, or most honest to me. In fact, my mind is reading every comment and I just want to hear what everyone has to say about me.

First off, I’ve been a little bit nervous. My first time around I was in high school and I was only a year out of college, so I’m not used to dealing with someone at the top of their game, so I really didn’t have much on offer so my mind was on what to do, what to wear. The day I went on tour my mind was on a few things, but the one that came first was getting dressed up for our tour, which was about a week out. It was a long and hot flight which meant getting dressed up (and the clothes had to be in perfect order) and having a few drinks and then meeting my tour bus for a little drive (I had to go for a few extra hours, so I didn’t have a full day of clothes). The day I arrived, I got in line, and I’m nervous as hell, I’m nervous to see my first bus, and I’m nervous to meet my tour bus. I’m so nervous, I’m nervous to make the trek from my home and into the city, I’m worried my legs would be sore on the drive back to my place in Toronto, and I’m scared that I might make a mistake or that my bus would break down, so I just sit back in my seat and wait to be greeted by my tour bus driver and tour guide.

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