I knew right away that he had shot at least one load--maybe two--into her while they were ‘dancing to the music’.She was slick, her pussy reddened...with passion. I touched her twat with two fingers: I felt the moist heat, so I put two fingers in. Her cunt was tight and made welcoming moves on my slick fingers.She leaned back into me with an “Ooohh. Nice. Nice and slow. This is not my first fuck of the day.”“Not your last, either,” said Izaak, still in the game.“What a comment from the guy on the. Slowly they grew together, little by little every chat, every message drew them closer. He took his time, held her back from rushing, forced her to let their relationship develop, forced her to put friendship before need, trust before lust. He was everything she wanted, everything but fast. Day by day she felt the trust forming, like a warm coat on a cold day, he let her move, explore, but kept her warm, safe.Her friends talked of cyber-sex, she thought of his messages; her friends talked of. "Why do you keep stopping when I just get use to these things!" he asked her. "Because it looks like you’re done." She said with a smirk. He looked down and noticed his erect penis. It was throbbing with intensity; he never knew how hard he could get till this moment. Catharine brought him over to the bed and sat him down. "Now, since this is your first time, I am going to do something for you that usually happens before people actually have sex." "What’s tha..." he wasn't. .Yea!!!! . So I went into our bedroom, and fired up my computer. I checked my e-mail; then went to XNXX. As I looked out the bedroom door and noticed Karen was playing some Internet game, so I took the opportunity and opened the teen gallery. Any time Karen walks in and sees me checking out the teens she always asks me, “Aren’t they a little young”? I just tell her that they are supposed to be of age, and if they wanted to show them selves then far be it from me to not check them out...lol..