They were a good match for each other.“But what about you?” Rania asked quietly, looking up at me with those big brown doe eyes. The harbor wind w...ipped her hair back from her forehead. “You’ve been her boyfriend off and on since high school, and whether she’s publicly outed herself as a lesbian or not, I know the truth. I saw it with my own eyes when the two of you visited here together. She loved you. She loved making love with you. What the two of you had together was ... it was the real. “NNNGGaAaaah!” Stephanie moaned, her arms gripping me tightly and slight grimace crossing her face as I flexed my hips and pushed about half of my cock into her hot tunnel. I paused then and let her adjust to me being inside her. This was only her second time, after all.After a few seconds she relaxed and breathed deeply against me.“Ok,” she whispered, pulling me to her with her hands.The message was clear, and I slowly slid the rest of my hard shaft into her, revelling in how hot and tight she. And there she was.I felt my jaw drop; I tried to speak but no words would come, I gave up and just drank her in. A thirst in my soul that I had all but forgotten was suddenly apparent by its disappearance. I felt the tears on my cheeks but all volition was denied me as the object of my denial stood before me as I'd often imagined, but long given up any hope of seeing.She looked spectacular; her hair was dishevelled; she wore no make up and her eyes and nose were red from the biting north wind,. For variety, there was painted asphalt, but every square inch of ground had either asphalt or a building with a concrete foundation slab. The sun was bright, still high in the sky, and the air was a balmy 75 degrees. She'd heard that it pretty much stayed like this year-round in San Diego. Inland, the mountains looked much the same as they had up in the San Francisco Bay area, though there seemed to be more tallish mountains closer to the water here than the hills near San Francisco were.The.