More over this is not yet over….is still continuing. Hey, she is waiting for me. I need to complete writing this before 9.00 tonight, for another co...l feeling. 28th July 2006, Friday, 1.45 PM. It was hot summer day. I was so tired of summer. I could hardly stay inside. So I came out of the room to my cool balcony. There is a mango tree which gives cool shade on the balcony through out the year. I stood there and enjoyed the cool breeze flowing from the lake in front. Suddenly, my eyes were. That was acceptable, so Frances came home with the draft sent by email, and a need for headed paper. She remembered there was a printer in the study, but she was not sure what paper it had. They needed A4 size, and the computer printer proved to be loaded with that, so it was simply a matter of devising the company heading with postal address, email address, and telephone number, and name of the Managing Director. Fiona claimed to be good at preparing such things for the printer, and set to, to. I stood totally naked in front of him. He smiled as his eyes traced up and down my body. His glance stopped at my pussy. I didn’t bother to clean myself off and I knew he could see my juices were still glistening on my lips.“Mmm. Mmm. Looks like you started without me.”“I just wanted to be ready for you when you came.”“And are you ready for me, Missy?”“Mmm. I’ve been ready for you since our last time together.”We walked towards each other. His strong arms wrapped around me and he pulled me. He was so hard, and while I’d never seen one before it just seemed really big. Like, it looked huge in my hand. At this point there was obviously no turning back.’ This is about the point where my mind started going a million miles an hour. They say the average dream lasts seconds, but it feels like hours or days, you know? All I could think about was this scared, inexperienced virgin kneeling there, holding a big cock. She stroked it up and down slowly, from base to tip, taking note of how.