Blog Comment: 8TH STREET LATINAS immediately developed a crush on Sally. She was the closest to my own age and, although even then I knew that she wasn't really pretty, she had an ease, and a grace, and a sense of her own sexuality that, even though I could not have articulated it then, impressed me with the sense that she was a woman in the ways that the girls I knew were still only trying to be. She was marriedˇXas were all of the women, except for Deborah, who was divorcedˇXand, even if she hadn't been, I'm sure I would never have seriously entertained the hope that she would ever do anything more than smile at me (which she did, readily enough). Still, in my fantasies, I imagined her begging me to fuck her, which I would then do, over and over and over again. The others came in for bit parts, too, on occasion: Arlene, who had the biggest breasts, and a pair of thick, black plastic framed glasses that made her perfect for the role of what I would only laterˇXwhen I discovered video pornˇXrealize was the naughty librarian (no matter how hard I fucked her, she never took the glasses off); Jean, I suppose, for a bit of variety, although I never had much interest in her; and Deborah, almost as rarely. Not because she wasn't sexyˇXshe was: she had the best ass and legs of the group, and knew how to dress to show off everything to the best advantageˇXbut because her air of authority made her seem off-limits, and a bit intimidating. She was the only one in my fantasies who, when I fucked her, stayed in control.