He also moves his groin with mine, giving me the cue to the rhythm he desires and we start to spiral towards completion; although I had wanted to hold...off for a little longer, I know we have been apart for too long and are impatient. The rhythm becomes harder and faster – he holds on to my hips and takes total control of speed and depth, slamming hard into me - after a while I sense he is close, and so am I. Gasping, I force his hands off my hips and he trembles as I grind my weight down to. "You've grown up since I saw you last time." Then somehow her arms were around me, her breasts were pressed against mine, and she kissed me on the mouth.I still get a tingling in my pussy when I remember how soft her lips were that first time. She kissed me a long time, tenderly, lovingly, gently. I can relive every instant of that night, the intoxicating minty aroma of her toothpaste, the heat of her firm breasts, the slight pressure of her hard nipples against me, squirming tighter against. On Saturday morning, I dressed in the red shorts and cutoff t-shirt and left the house at dawn.It was about an hour drive to one of the country roads that are nothing more than two ruts going up and down the hills. The anticipation and then the feeling of bouncing around on the cock had me dripping with excitement. A very prominent wet spot had formed on the front of my shorts. I was just thinking about how I was going to make the feeling last as long as possible when a sharp rock punctured my. And their boyfriends were always hitting on me. And it’s like all my body did was lose friends, so I decided to dress like this when I got to college at least for I don’t know how long. I’m sorry for fooling you.”“Are you crazy? This is really a relief for me. I thought you were just real shy or conservative or ashamed of being fat or something. That’s why I’ve been dressing conservatively. I’d rather wear less. I like loose and revealing clothes, and now I won’t feel like I’m embarrassing.