As it percolated, she took a tub of plain yogurt from the fridge and scooped out a few large spoonfuls into a bowl. When the coffee was done, she fill...d a cup and took it and the bowl of yogurt to the heavy oak table that occupied the far end of the kitchen. She sat down, still naked, with the bowl in front of her and the mug held in both hands, sipping the hot liquid as she stared out the massive picture window in front of her.Anna's apartment was nestled in the Hollywood Hills, and she had a. I immediately asked her, "So what happened?". She responded, "Well he came in me twice, once down my throat and once in my cunt." I insisted that she tell me all the details so she did. She said that when she arrived she expected to engage in conversation before they got down to business but that Ron immediately began kissing her. They went into the den where they continued their kissing exploring their mouths with their tongues. In the meantime, they began to undress one another unbuttoning. And it was ten days before my thirteenth birthday that I met Mark, at Mom’s club. He was tall, had curly dark brown hair with blue eyes and a crooked, self-deprecating smile... he always smelled clean, with the hint of some expensive perfume on him. And his expensive shoes, carelessly flung Rolex watch and designer clothes gave one hints of a luxuriant lifestyle. He had just turned 23. His father was a partner at the club. He really got to like me and we really hit it off. Soon enough we were. And just as before, the frantic fluttering of my pussy seemed to trigger Adam’s own release. Bellowing my name, he drove into me one last time, burying himself deep, flooding me with his seed. As my knees began to tremble, Adam scooped me up and tipped us over to one side, his arms holding me tight. ‘Dear God,’ he murmured at last, sounding almost startled. ‘I don’t think I can cross that one off the list. I think I might have to do that again someday.’ With me? I longed to know, my head.