It was a gloriously sunny day, and I really felt sorry for him. Being a bit of an expert with punctures, I offered to fix it for him. I think if he ha... had the courage he would have kissed me there and then. He was that grateful! I got him to bring his bike to the side of the house, near the kitchen door. I went into the kitchen and fetched a bowl of cold water, whilst Jason turned the bike upside down. I came out with the bowl and squatted down, and using a couple of spoon handles, worked the. She wasn’t fazed by my inevitable reaction and indeed regarded it as being complimentary. She would sometimes tease me by walking around the house in a deliberate provocative manner which was guaranteed to give me a woody and then one day when I thought she was preoccupied with something in the bathroom she caught me peeking at her and stroking myself. I was embarrassed as I thought I was being discrete but she laughed to think that I was jacking off because of her presence. She stood in front. A moment later he was pressing his large member inside me and, without even thinking, I pressed back the way I knew he liked. Despite the painful entry I responded the way I knew he wanted.As usual it hurt at first. He hadn't bothered to let me get wet naturally, and only his saliva softened his rough entry. I cringed in pain as he pushed into me but soon my body began to react and my pussy moistened. I'd been wanting to cum all day, after all, and now I finally had a chance to do so. When he. “I can do that, as long as I get to see the back of your head.” Was my reply to her as quickly as my fingers could type on my phone. “I’m growing my hair longer now, should be interesting to see what you do to the back of my head”.“I’ll need proof”. I sent to her. She sent me a photo of her face and longer hair. She looked really beautiful, her hair was past her shoulders and dark brown. I could just taste the sweetness of her lips on my tongue from our last encounter together. I could smell.