Abigail had had her eighteenth birthday two months earlier and despite being a most attractive girl, tall, almost 5 feet 10, slim, beautiful big brown eyes and long strikingly vibrant copper coloured hair, and boasting a very shapely firm ass and ample full breasts, she was still a virgin; many guys admired her, pursued her, masturbated about her and intended to possess her but Abigail was frustratingly resistant to their efforts to secure her, much to her father’s delight. However much Abigail was turned on by this, she was extremely nervous about getting involved with such assertive, persuasive guys, particularly when they were almost exclusively Muslim. She was certainly aroused however, she wished that he could see her swollen labia colouring and parting, inviting him in her. It took all of her willpower to refuse the black, Arab and Asian guys at college but she knew that these guys were increasingly accumulating the other english girls and often ‘owned’ (yes that was the word that was used at college-‘owned’) more than one english girl each.
