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Eating Sue. Sue was fishy and sweet. I enjoyed laying a finger between her fat lips, then stroking until she released, contracting, and I'd feel her throb round my finger—something I didn't feel for what? Twenty years? Until Angel. At the same time, she'd be jerking me off, holding me like a stalk between two fingers, and pulsing me up from my base to my tip.
In the morning, after she went off to nursing school, I'd fold up the bed: Thinking it a politeness to give her her space back. My first come with Sue—my first come with a woman—had been a dry hump: She erected and rubbed me and I came in my pants, then caught the Greyhound with no time to wash. Once, she bent forward and took my tip in her mouth—she had a Joy of Sex scenario in mind, the key point for her being that I'd always stay still—but she decided she didn't like it, and never slid her ass back up my chest to sit on my face, and so that was that. Nevertheless, her cunt was so saucy, like a bouillabaisse: one of the best things I have ever tasted. Once, when I'd finished eating her out for what seemed like a few minutes, evening had fallen. We fetched up at an IHOP. I drank glass after glass of water, not knowing why I was so thirsty. {NA} 4 Comments:
wow, this is a great site. your an excellent writer. most impresive and quite stimulating. thanks By
John, By This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. By Jenn -- No problem, I wasn't offended. I just wanted the words to be clear. And I'm all in favor of healthy, playful activities... By All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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