” “But did it feel good?” I asked. “It hurt at first,” she said, “but then not so much, and when I was… um… fingering myself with you...inside me, it was, I don’t know, pretty intense.” “It was for me, too,” I said. “And I don’t think it was disgusting or perverted. It just was. And it was great, even if you never want to do it again.” She looked puzzled. “Look, sweetie,” I said. “What was great about it was not so much what we did as the way we did it. We didn’t stop to think or discuss or. I didn’t want to sleep with an unknown guy and I was thinking about what to do.One year back, I went to my parents’ house to spend a few days. My brother was 27 and divorced recently as his wife was not educated and was short-minded. He was well-built and had a strong body with a height of 5.11 feet. One morning, I went into his bedroom to wake him up and saw his erect cock. I felt it was big. It was a morning hard-on. I just started his cock and immediately started imagining his cock. I. Tonight though, it will happen again, and to night I will have the evidence that I need to show the world that I am not simply loosing my mind but that this is actually happening to me.? That said Kristi picked up a book and started reading, sitting there on her bed as if she planned to sit there all night long reading her book and waiting to see what would happen. Kristi fast forwarded though this part as she did not plan on spending hours watching herself reading, until she finally dozed off.. ”“Really?” I grinned at her, arching an eyebrow.“I’m not having a threesome with you and one of my friends,” she told me, eyes narrowing.“Had to try,” I shrugged as I stood and peeled off my t-shirt.I played soccer for school and my body was tanned by a summer practicing and playing with my friends. She let out an appreciative moan, licking her lips. I grinned at her as I unfastened my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers, my cock popping out hard, bobbing before me, my balls.