Rarely do I bring it up, but it is a fond memory. I remember faintly our goodbyes. His promises of staying in touch seemed too good to be true, and bo..., was I right. I hadn’t heard from him since. I heard my aunt call my name from the other room. ‘This is it,’ I thought in my head as I inhaled. I always wonder what he is doing. I can never be so sure, because he hardly talks to me anymore. I climbed into the car while placing my iPod buds in my ear. The car ride was long, so I blasted my music. She was almost in tears from the initial shock of pain, but with a few slow strokes she said it was hurting but wanted to continue. I pulled back and yep, there was blood on my dick some already ran down her juicy crack on to the white sheets in the hotel room! I took the thrusting slower than I normally would have realizing she needed to get used to it. Finally her moans started to have more of a pleasurable sound to them and I picked up the pace slowly and a few minutes, I slid her back. Now, his hands on my cock above the underwear. He pushed my underwear down within a second started to suck my cock. I was enjoying this. I used masturbating but this is a different experience. He started to suck me hard and I was moaning. I couldn’t control anymore and cummed on his mouth. He took my cum in his mouth and drank it fully. I closed my eyes with satisfaction.Venkat spread my legs and came over me. His hands on my hands and kissed my lips. I didn’t like the kiss. But he was french. Bab gave a couple of experimental bounces, but it was more like she manoeuvring to find a more comfortable position.She leaned back, grabbed Jackson's knees and lifted them up. Her cheeks puffed in and out. Jackson felt his hips and upper thighs lift up off the ground as the bubble inflated. The soft membrane rolled down his thighs as Bab blew it bigger.She switched position, this time leaning forward until her upper body was folded over his. She grabbed his upper arms and leaned back, pulling.