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 ca... 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 her as my own nipples tingle and stiffen, the warm stickiness in my panties, sensations like, but much stronger, than when I'd spent an evening necking. "Don't you know that perverts, stalkers and bad men hang out on those sites?" I asked. "You mean like you?" she retorted. As soon as the words were out she gasped and she saw the look on my face as though she had slapped me across the face, but she went on, "Since mom left, I know you have not had any other woman in your life and you must be so frustrated, but that does not mean I have to suffer too". Again she looked in horror as she saw the pain on my face. But my pain turned swiftly to anger. I moved my head back and forth taking in more and more of his hard shaft with each movement of my head. I saw that as I did it faster he moaned harder. And when I closed my soft cool lips tighter around his shaft he almost quivered with unspeakable pleasure. I therefore did both, tightening my grip with my mouth and quickening the movement of my head. He was breathing very heavy now, and I felt his member throb ever harder within my mouth. I moved my hand across his shaft back in forth in. How about you?' 'I've been to lots of wild parties,' I conceded. 'Drunken orgies? Not so much.' 'In my experience, the one had a habit of becoming the other,' she said darkly. 'What an interesting youth you must have had,' I grinned, standing up to refill our glasses. 'I wish I'd known you back then.' 'That's not how my boyfriends of those days felt,' she grinned. 'I lost quite a few after some of those parties.' She shrugged, laughed and took a pull at her drink. 'Their fault for taking.