Each new shock of feeling drawing another tensing that would move them still further. I'm a girl, she said. Her lips were almost full. She started. This was something different. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. His stiff cock curved slightly, and as her hands pumped up and down its thick length, drops of slippery fluid coated the mushroom head. She was 17 then. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. |