Something to enter them. Something to pull deeply into the boiling hot center of her sex! The thing was, I wanted just as badly to plunge my thick t...robbing dick into her too! But I only allowed us the teasing touches and caresses…. I rubbed my now aching member across the hooded pleasure spot where her opening came back together before flattening into the plane of her stomach. I somehow did not allow our passions to overtake the moment! I knew if I did not step back I would have to push. I wonder what happened to the woman that use to be vivacious. She is a rare visitor, or maybe I just imagined her. Maybe she only exists in my mind. Because the only person I see theses is world-weary and raw. I don’t care for her much. Even now as I write, I beg myself to stop, because if I don’t, I am forced to think of all I am loosing, all the precious time I have already lost. All the pain that I have kept safely harbored inside my heart. I can feel it swelling up inside me now wanting to. Mo was doing a bit better, but not a lot, while Mia swayed fluidly in front of both of them. She was grinning, having a great time, swirling her long hair right round now with the rhythm. She was so physical. Paul was wondering what was going to happen when a slow song came on.All too soon Hey Jude was playing, seven minutes long if he remembered correctly, and her scent seemed to envelop him like her personality as she danced closer and closer. By the time the song was at ‘na, na, na nananaNa’. But the highlight of my early sex life, despite the magnitude of the events above, is the brief sexual relationship I had with my younger sister. It actually overlapped the events above in terms of the timing, but it always felt much more desirable and satisfying than using my mum's vibrators or sucking my mate's cock. Perhaps it was because I'd done a huge amount of both of these, or maybe it was because it was only a short-lived experience, but if I could go back and relive any of these.