We were both so nervous! John was the most gentle, considerate man I had ever met. I knew he wouldn't ever hurt me, either physically or emotionally. ...n bed He was only concerned about making me happy, not himself. There weren't any fireworks, but I loved him for his caring for me. What he might have lacked in intercourse, he more than made up for with his mouth, his fingers and his love. It was a very, very pleasant experience! Unfortunately, over the years, like so many other couples I read. .ah… we started to kiss her pussy and we opened to see it. its inner layer was pinkish and now I slept at down of her and she climbed over me and slowlyI inserted my cock and fucked her hard she shouted loud and loud ahhhhh….shhh…fuck me harder my boy and I gave a slap on her butts she cried as I fucked her harder and my friend raju was busy in sucking her boobs she use to give hard kisses to both of us. And after she told to relax us mean while we played with her boobs by catching her nipples. Feel wanted for the right reasons not only to be another peice of ass I said I've never seen you as a sex object I see you as a women that needs to feel wanted to be loved to be held and I wanna be that guy to do that I do Iv spilled my guts to you you haven't run and I wanna know will you go out with me. by this time were walking over a small bridge when I said that she. stops she turns to me and said there's not a doubt in my mind that says no after that I. I think ofit like the old metaphor: it is better to give than to receive. Thismetaphor stands me in good stead throughout my life, especially in bedwith Debbie, my partner. Yep, we're lezzers, dykes, furry cup drinkers andrug munchers (although neither of us has a very furry rug for long!), andI ALWAYS wield the strap-on, because Debbie, bless her, is a bit Bi. Thatmeans that whenever we go to a 'do', I have to keep a careful eye on her,watch how much she drinks, and politely manoeuvre her away.