The bed was soaked in wet and dried jizz and my body ached from being used for so long. My cunt was a large hole surrounded by overly swollen, red lab...a, still dripping cum as I walked into the bathroom smoking a cigarette. Not only was my pussy filled with multiple loads of spunk, but so was my stomach and asshole. This had become a typical night for me over the last two months, at least 3 or 4 nights out of the week, and usually on the weekends, when more people came out to party and get. There was something about her demeanour and tone of voice that was a little bit off – just a hint of nervousness in her normally steely authority, and somehow I picked up on it. Instead of humbly apologising, it was like a little voice in my head told me what to do. I looked at her coolly and drew out the moment, shrugging my shoulders and saying suggestively: ‘Well .... you know why ...’My instinct was right, because she slightly blenched, and put one hand against the desk as if to steady. The next day, she returned the ring. There was pressure on all sides. She was still living at home. There were no other guys in the area that were attractive to her. Deep in her soul, she wanted to leave her small town and see the world. She packed all her possessions and set off to Portland, Maine. Once there, she easily got a job working for an insurance office.The next year was mundane. She dated several guys. It seemed that each one had hang-ups of one sort or another. Two of them spent the. She gave me a rough idea where her house is and said she’ll cook my favorite item. Needless to say, I was delighted! This was the best thing that was happening to me and I there was no way I was gonna pass this out. I asked about her son. She replied that she will send her son away to his grandparent’s place for our date. I was so excited and nervous, that I start stammering. She just giggled and said she’s looking forward for the day after.Finally the day came when I met her. On my way to her.