"What?" The after." Sex?" Yes. Dozing off, feeling my legs tired, the eyelids heavy. The peace. The drunkenness of orgasm," she quoted."Some people fe...l depressed." Post-coitus." Don't you ever?" I asked."Sometimes. Not when I let myself go." Do you?" With you? I do." Only with me?" I asked."It's none of your business." No, it isn't."I waited, almost falling asleep again."Do you feel depressed?" she asked me."Sometimes. After one-night stands. Started when I was in college, a sophomore or so.. And she did. The second kiss was much better. After I slipped her my tongue, she drilled right back. We probably kissed for about 10 minutes, and I swear I had flashbacks to my first girlfriend, kissing me in the back of a movie theatre."That's a lot better Becky," I told her, "but you know that if a boy has you in his lap, he is going to want to run his hands all over your body. Are you ready for me to show you how boys do that?" Oh, yes sir," she said. "But what if I get ticklish?" We'll deal. Now come with me and I shall show you the place and do what I may to ease the torment. Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed Johns mother upstairs. The second best guest bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white sheets, wine and lemon barley water were provided and towels and bowls of water. A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candles shone like sunlight, rich. I pulled down his underwear and this cock the same size at mine popped out. It was uncut and I had never heard of or seen that before I was shocked and not sure what to think. Alex then told John to lay on the bed and me to get between his legs and put my mouth on it. I grabbed it in my hand and closed my eyes and slowly lowering my mouth to it when Alex put his hand on my head and shoved it onto johns cock it rammed down my throat and I gagged and tried to breathe and pull my head up. He said.