Then I started smelling her hair and finally, it turned into lust hugs.I also had a girlfriend whom I loved from childhood (at least I thought I loved...her seriously until I had that incident with my classmate.) It was a long distance relationship and she was just not understanding my needs. Then with Anu which is my most emotional relationship because there was less sex and so much affection she showed for me. I’m not saying all this to brag. Just a short summary of my life.Well, I’m here to. " Greg turned off the water, picked me up and carried me, in my dripping wet lingerie, to the bedroom. Once there, he dried off with a towel, propped himself up on the bed and ordered me to strip for him, nice and slow. I complied, then toweled myself off and climbed onto the bed and into his arms. "Fuck me," I whispered again. "First," Greg replied, "let's 69." And we did, a long, slow, delicious 69, until we exploded in each other's mouth. Now the time had come for him to fuck me. I turned. He had not told me about it nor had I seen it. He said it was good and that it would be more than enough to burn her in front of the whole community. She set great store in being a teacher and a pillar of the community. To bad her feet were made of clay. If it got out, she and her lover would go down in flames. I preferred not to know the details. It was enough to know that I was protected.The next week, winter came to the Pacific Northwest. Every day was a gloomy copy of the one before. Rain. You would rub my dick though my pants and lick the bulging outline of my hard cock while you beg for me to give it to you rough. I'd let you unzip my pants and start sucking my balls and shaft. I would grab you by your hair and guide you to the living while you have my dick in your throat the whole time I move you by your hair. I'd sit down while you gag on my hard dick, your mouth getting full of wet slobber and saliva. I'd spit in your mouth and on your face to give you more lubricant so you.