"The problem was that I realized that day at home that I had just had a "quickie" with a man that I wasn't really that fond of and I had no idea of wh... I had done it. That may sound strange to you, but you have to understand that I had never really thought about what we were doing as cheating on you. It was simply something that I was doing to get back at you because of your ignoring me."She must have seen me from the corner of her eye as I became agitated by this last statement, because she. As a my Godfather (who is really a Godly man – next to my parents, he has guided me a lot in my life & because of him, I’m here today – he guided me in my education; I studied in His school. I was brilliant student in studies, Cultural activities & Games, etc – no sports, Pls). He came to my help & helped me to shift me to hostel for “Better Studies”, tactfully. Then I had to visit my house only very occasionally and used to take my girlfriend, always with me when I went to home. (even then he. He knew what I wanted and I felt his mouth go to work. He stopped after a moment and said, "Hmmm, you almost have a buttery taste."I said, "Shut up and eat me."He did and went back to work. I had him worked up and hard as a rock. I felt him bringing me close to an orgasm and I wanted his mouth free to let me know when he was coming. I quickly moved around and squatted over his hips. I lowered myself down onto him. His cock as stiff as it was and as big as it was, just did not fill me up the way. His shaft slides more easily into me, deeper, as he grunts with pleasure. Then he shoves his hips forward, bucking for dangerous entry, jamming it all the way inside, buried to the hilt in my burning hole. I gasp with pain but it feels good to be bent over and my legs apart and a hard prick balls deep inside me, giving pleasure to this stranger, a little ashamed that I'm doing this on our first and quite possibly last date instead of holding back a bit and just taking his cum in my mouth,.