A year later I was eating her delightful pussy and stopped to say something about her tasting a bit different when Kelly looked at me in fright. "Ther... is blood on your face." She sputtered. Opening my eyes, I could see blood smeared around her pussy. Just as I started to panic, I realized that she was having her first period. Scooping Kelly up I carried her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Tenderly I washed us, paying great attention to her pussy. After drying us off, I rummaged thru. Hell, calling hera "girlfriend" probably wasn't accurate at this point; they werepractically engaged. I think Mark was just waiting for his promotion togo through at work before he popped the question. We'd both been workingat the Genius Bar for a while, but he was ready to go corporate.Meanwhile I was staring at a future of living in a 300-square-foot studioapartment, spending 40 hours a week swapping iPhones and never seeing mybest friend because he was spending all of his time with his. We had sex every night. I am generally not a sex every night kind of guy, but with her, I would want her every night. I started making her not where a bra. It was then that she realized her power over all guys. She started dressing sexier. She went away to college. We broke up. I saw her a few months later. She had a black boyfriend on the basketball team. It didn't bother me. Nothing she did bothered me. I saw her at a bar a few months later. He was there. But she was talking to me. She didn't. You're alone for those few minutes, very nervous about this first encounter, hoping to please, and waiting to see what will happen. I return with our key and we park next to our room on the ground floor at the end of the building. It takes me a couple of passes to figure out how the key card works but we finally manage to get into the room, which is nothing remarkable. It's generic cheap motel: a table, a lamp, two chairs, a mass produced framed graphic on the wall, a queen size bed, a.