(To address the elephant in the room some of you may remember this story. I posted these last years and people enjoyed them. Unfortunately due to a near miss about someone recognizing me I deleted all my posts. However it wasn’t this series that worried me but the one I posted before hand, which I won’t be reposting and I ask anyone who remember it not to mention. But a year has passed and I’m going to repost the Saga of Sally along with some new stories whenever the mood strikes. I hope you enjoy!)
I’m coming up to forty now, a married man with a happy family. But throughout my first year and a half at college I had gotten a bit of a reputation for chasing after a specific type of girl. I wanted leggy, toned, slim girls with tanned skin, and if they came with an accent all the better but I was happy to live with American girls who fitted the bill. I had a few serious, short relationships but mostly I just fucked around. One of those serious relationships was with Marie though. She was from an Italian-American family. I don’t have any great stories from Marie because it was all missionary quickies in my dorm whenever we had the time, her skirt hitched up around her waist, her panties hanging off an ankle. She had a great body though and she kept herself so tight and toned by playing a lot of sport, mostly volleyball and soccer. Another member of that team was Sally.