. ...those welcoming flaps, separating them, as they are sticking due to the glue that is her own juice. Slowly, but briefly entering from...the bottom of her pussy to the top and round her puckered clit, without touching it, she circles her clit, being able to feel the pleasure teasingly and nowhere near fully, she glides over her clit, her body shudders and shakes, she knows not to touch that again for a... ...while, she will save that for the best bit, she wants to. .. stop!" I said. "Don't ever stop!"He put one hand on each of my ass cheeks and grasped it so hard, digging his fingers into them. Once he had a good firm grip, and knew he had control, he yanked my skin backwards, so far his balls were almost inside my asshole everytime he thrusted.SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. His sweat-drenched testicles swung enormously, like gorillas swing from a giant tree. His nuts swung from his giant tree, patting me on the ass every few milliseconds. He was fucking me like a. Still she didn’t mention anything about it directly. As the days passed her flirtation seemed to wane. I still jacked off multiple times thinking about that night and her swallowing my cum.Then, one weekend my mother decided to hire me out to help the neighbors get ready to move. I spent most of the day helping them pack, cleaning and painting. When I got home I was beat. Still mom seemed to have a lot more things for me to do before my day ended. When it did end, I didn’t even have the. I stumbled down the hall to the store room . In the back of the room high on a self I found the strong box .setting it on the table I searched for the key in the desk . Opening the box revealed old letters and newspaper clippings. I moved them aside and found what I was looking for on the bottom of the box. I reached in an picked up the cold hard steel and held it in my hands studding on side then the other.All those years of therapy and all it took to bring the memories’ was one kiss?I.