I slid my hand under her shirt. She kissed me hard, then took my hand and slid it into her shorts. They were too tight. I pulled them down and started...stroking her pants. “Tell me what you want me to do. I don’t want to go further than you want. No, that’s not true. I do want to, I just don’t hmmmm” she stopped me waffling by sticking her tongue into my mouth. I was close against her so she could feel how hard I was. She took my hand off her pants (which I’d already noted were damp to the. Back in 1980 I was just an innocent girl of f******n, and my sexuality was just beginning to emerge, and like most girls my age, no one had ever taken the time to explain anything about the feelings that were racing through my body. The only person I could talk to was my best friend Nancy, and we told each other everything! You could just about be sure that if Nancy was around, Valerie couldn't be far away! "Hey Val," Nancy whispered, "I found some of my. I've never been a marathon man, but I've never been a minute man, either. After licking my shaft up and down and sucking my balls, he went back to work running his mouth up and down my cock while grabbing my balls in his hand and massaging them. The suction he put on me was glorious. The combination, despite the liquor and everything working against him, I began to get close within 2 minutes. The only other blowjobs I'd ever gotten was from a woman who told me that she'd bite my dick off if. “Don’t look at me. If you’re so horny, go in the bathroom and jack off.”“You just don’t understand man, I need to fuck something.”With that said I saw him looking at me in a way that I didn’t like.“No Cory; just forget it dude.”He got up and went to his dresser where he picked up his wallet opening it he took some money out.“I’ve got fifty bucks man; it’s all yours if you’ll just let me…” He didn’t finish what he was begging for and I stared at him. Well, it was more like I was staring at.