She was just wet and she was experiencing these incredible sensations. She quickly picked up her notebook and purse, when she realized it was damned n...ar impossible for her to stand up on her own. Realizing this, Alex quickly stood up and said, ‘I’ll help you to your room. C’mon.’ They slowly walked home, him supporting her, in silence. She didn’t want to talk to him, and he didn’t want to ask any questions that would further immobilize her. As each had their heads filled with thoughts around. That familiar pop in my head signaled that he was inside and he slowly continued his advance into me. He didn’t stop until I could feel his balls directly under me and I knew that all nine of his slender inches were stuffed in my rectum. I had the random thought that both Brett’s and Stan’s scrotums were pressed against each other as they were both sunk in my body to the hilt. They didn’t seem to care. We rested there for a few seconds, both of these studs buried in my body. It was a delicious. I just prefer more mature men." She hesitated. "The first time I really enjoyed great sex was from my daddy's younger brother. He'd be about your age. The younger men tend to be impatient and want to get to the fucking with the minimum of foreplay." To hear the term 'fucking' delivered in her cut-glass accent was a bit of a shock. "If you think I'm a prick teaser, well I couldn't very well deny it. All I can say is I love sex. You can see how wet I am, and you haven't touched me." Her hand went. ”They hit the wall and she reached back and undoing her skirt, pushed it over her hips and let it fall to the stone floor. Stuart kissed her throat and pinned her to the window frame. She unbuttoned her blouse and let him bury his head between her breasts as she pulled the shirt from the kilt, her nipples hardening from a combination of arousal and the cold. He pushed her hands away and undoing the kilt, let it fall to the floor. She stared down at his glistening head and licked her lips.