In the Christmas holiday of 1957, I went to twelve dances at the Langland Bay Hotel in a fortnight; once I went round a dance circle of girls and kiss...d everyone on the lips you remembered me from primary school. I got fed up hearing the same tunes from the same band.Anyway, after I left school, we all stayed in touch, and in the summer, we used to have tennis parties. Since I played at school I was quite good and at one of these parties this girl Julia saw me and asked if I would like to come. I couldn't hold myself back, pushed beyond pleasure as we locked eyes before she smirked at the camera. "Cheese!" She called, as she pumped my shaft with her hand, still fondling with the other as cock lava erupted into her beautiful milk-chocolatey face. Spurts of cock cream covered her forehead, her left cheek, over a bit of her nose, most of it being spent on her lips and chin. She took it like a champ and brushed her hair back with her fingers like she was just getting finished with a. ‘You know I’m addicted to you right?’ She said as she looked up at me. I looked down, noticing she didn’t say addicted to my cock. ‘I guessed that. Why do you think that is?’ I asked. We hadn’t been able to talk much. I hadn’t been able to really talk to any of them. ‘I’m not sure really. I can only guess it’s a combination of things. You saved my life.’ She said, holding her hands up and folding her fingers down as she counted the reasons off. ‘You’re sexy as hell, you killed for me, you’ve. The next morning the document was signed and I returned it to my solicitor and asked him to make the preparations to market the house, Amanda and I barely spoke in the days following and it was with some relief that I finally left for America.I settled in quickly and had a few sexual interesting adventures (separate stories), Amanda kept in touch via email and most evenings there was another new email with her begging for forgiveness and telling me how sorry she was and how well she was.