” I looked at him and laughed. “No. I think you WANT more, but you are afraid. You think that this somehow wrong because of the way you have been ...rought up, when in fact it is perfectly fine.” He shook his head. “No, it is wrong, I am sorry but we can't keep doing this.” “You think I just gonna give up that easily?” He frowned: “What is that supposed to mean?” My answer was a smile: “I know you want me and I think you won't be able to resist.”“You, want to seduce me?” I thought about that for. “I’m sorry,” I breathlessly exclaimed as I flooded the bed with my womanly juices.“No,” Ray replied, “It’s all good!” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, pushing his tongue deep inside of my mouth. I loved the passionate kisses he showered me with. I couldn’t get enough.Nature took its course and eventually, his tool slipped out of me.“Oh no!” I cried out. Ray’s massive cock made me feel very secure and sexually satisfied. I was hopelessly hooked.As we lay there, my mind swirled. I. Her fingers encountered the clit and rubbed the little nub which was swollen from excitement. She traced the area around it before moving lower. A woman’s external sexual equipment is frequently described as a ‘slit’ because the outer lips, when the woman is not aroused, are closed, hiding the internal passageway. So, fingers running over the area encounter a lightly (usually) haired, soft, dry surface with a crease between them. Katie’s fingers didn’t find a slit, but, instead, slid into a. “I am sorry for your loss,” I said.“Thank you,” she said, “My name is Beth if you need any help just let me know.”As she walked away I was struck how much she reminded me of Trisha, “No it is not possible,” I thought, then did what every guy did when there was a question later in life. I did the math, there was no possible way that Trisha ended up pregnant by me, the young woman was way to young. “Besides, I pulled out in time,” I reminded myself. I looked back in the basket of packaged.