It happened.Your friends and family members have been there for you. Some of them are helpful, some of them less so. They know you're grieving, so the... give you space most of the time. However, one or two of your friends are really worried about you. You have been grieving for a while now, you know that much.Ever since your girlfriend passed, you've felt loss. However, as time has gone on, you're starting to feel... lonely. You want companionship again, and not just the platonic kind. You're. “Wow “said the escort, “Well you know I’m Claire, you are?” “I’m disgusted with myself” I cried “Disgusted” “Well” laughed Claire “Then that’s what we’ll call you” “Oh God please don’t make fun of me I am truly disgusted, I only came here to prove to myself that I’m not a lesbian and you, you bitch make me come so hard” Claire laughed again “Well a bitch is a bit strong don’t you think?” Oh God again now I had been rude, insulted her when it was all my fault, the tears were running down my. I debated in my head. I could go into his room and have the time of my life along with losing my virginity or I could get dressed and leave and save it for my first love.In less than two minutes I followed the path into his bedroom. He was on his king-sized bed lying on his back, his cock standing straight up. I giggled as I sat down next to him. “Can I taste it?” I asked.“Sure.”I leaned over his body and stuck out my tongue. I licked the entire length along with his balls and pulled. She was moaning: “ahhhahhhh..oooohhh..plz…I want more…plz…insert more…plz tear it further…plz spill the sperm Rahul.. right now…I want it.”I was now mad with pleasure. And would ride on her up and down each time the penis going further inside and she would beg me to keep the penis there. My penis too was paining but the pleasure was such an ecstasy one that it overrides the pain. I then inserted my penis between her boobs for a boob-job. It was such a soft and juicy boobs.She would press the.