Lisa’s legs rested flat on the bed. Slowly they came back to earth. They looked at each other, and smiled. Can you do it again he asked? She nodded....Let’s swap places he said to me. As we repositioned ourselves I could see the white spunk run out of Lisa’s pussy into the crack of her behind, her labia swollen and red, her dark pink cunt gaped wetly open. I placed the knob of my throbbing fat hard tool against the entrance of her vagina. With ease my tool slid completely into her hot wet. And out of, he added for goodmeasure. Dropping his hands, the young man said, "You acop? Not that I'm hustling even if you are. I just felt the need for some company.Maybe a place to stay the night. But not if that's no good for you. I havea place, but it just felt . . . well . . . empty tonight." It actually sounded--could it be?--like the truth,pure and simple. AKA smiled. "No, I am not a cop. Are you?" The young man's eyes actually twinkled in the dark. "No. "Then I guess you better get. She was totally shocked and took me to her place to clean up.We soon got there and found that her folks were out so she took me up to her room and got some warm water and a flannel and started to clean my face up for me. I was so upset though and she held me, stroking my hair and my back which felt so comforting, warm and, kind of nice, like friends doing it but a little more even though neither of us had never been with another girl before, although I had heard things about her but had never. I replied as I sat up, "Nice to meet you face to face. Your home is beautiful. Per your note I made myself at home – pool, kitchen, and a load of clothes in your dryer. I hope that was OK. What time is it?" It's just after six, and I wanted you to get comfortable. I want you to stay through the weekend at least – longer if you can." She paused and added in a candid tone, "You're more handsome than what I milked from my sister and the fuzzy photo she sent me. I can see why she didn't want to.