I was in no hurry to climax and varied the speed and angle that went in deeply to her moaning lack of control, her panting laughing monosyllabic "yes"...repeated to guide and encourage the more vigorous passages in this symphony of her pleasure. After some minutes I began to lose my iniital control and slapped hard against her and exploded with great power and continued spasms of liquid pumping from me.I immediately went to her lips with mine. She was swollen exposed with wet thighs and white. All started when she insulted a guy in my class and I started messaging her to fight but the moment I told my name, she was texting me like she knew me for a long time and our friendship started growing strong and every senior was jealous about two freshers moving closer. We used to go out often, chat in class when class was going on. We became so close that we never missed meeting each other and found every single to be with each other. And she would seek my advice in every issue, but I looked. However after sex, they always dress on their own.Moral of the story: In life, no one helps you once you're screwed.SIMPLE TRUTH #2When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch the stomach and say, "Congrats".But, none of them come and touch the man's penis and say, "Good job".Moral of the story: "Hard work is never appreciated."the Five Rules to Remember in Life1. Money cannot buy happiness, but it's more comfortable to cry in a Corvette than on a bicycle.2. Forgive your enemy, but remember. I started blowing in the hollow of her neck and kissing and nibbling right behind her ear. "Jackie, if you keep doing stuff like that, I'm going to forget what I'm talking to you about." I quit massaging her foot and began massaging up high on her thigh, slowly moving upwards in what we both knew would end in a full scale frontal assault on her pussy. "Dammit Jackie, this is important. Don't get me worked up before I get to tell you about your sister!" I let go of her aroused breast and moved.