But I'm not ready for any kind of long-term commitment. Last time I visited you, we fooled around, but it really didn't mean anything. I mean, I reall... enjoyed myself, and I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again one of these nights while I'm visiting. But for now, I think it's better to get two rooms. I hope you're not disappointed." Oh, that's fine. I mean, I really would have liked doing it again, but you're right. We need to talk about it first. Especially since a lot of it has to do with. Willow was last year. Mrs. Willow was a widow who lived three streets down, she was targeted to be raped not because of her looks but because she was seventy seven. Her sons made her move into a retirement home after the rape occurred. What about losing my cherry? Do you want to talk about that one ahead of time too? Where the fuck did that one come from? I, uh, thought that was something your mother was going to cover. I have tried talking to her about it. A couple of times. You did? And what. Then he pushed into me, and I squealed as I felt my pussy open up to take him.I drew my knees up beside my head to receive him fully into me. I was beyond the point of no return as he fucked himself fully into me.Andy humped me hard, and I yelled with pleasure at every single thrust.I looked briefly over his shoulder, and saw Terry's face looking in on us through the van's window. Just knowing he was so close and able to see me getting fucked brought me off, and my pussy slammed up against. But in the real world this had no chance of really happening. But I had less than 10 minutes to think about it when the phone rang and I picked it up and said hello. It was Hank. His parents decided last minute to go out for the night, and his sister was sleeping over at her friend’s house. So we could have the house to ourselves until at least midnight – risk free since his parents were going to some event and definitely would be there at least till then. And do I want to come over and do you.