I took advantage of her inexperience by shoving my cock further down her throat. She started struggling a little but didn’t ever pull away. What a t...ooper. I pulled out and let her breathe a little before plunging back in deeper than before. This time she tried to pull away, but I was too close to the edge to let her go.After a little more thrusting I pushed my entire cock down her throat – cutting off her last source of air by smashing her nose against me. I held her that way while I came down. Sometimes we would both be at work too.so im thinking after so long (a couple months, maybe even more) and how much we have been turning each other on more and more the more we talk, maybe ill I can try asking her to meet, ive been thinking about it since we started talking, but I was here thinking maybe its too soon or she might get the wrong idea of me...so I text her lets meet up in person, we knew so much about each other at this point. I get nervous/anxious again after I text her that. There is no time for the luxury of weeping, there is too much to do. Letters to draft, meetings to attend, hospital visits to plan and execute. Reports to write, meals to cook, work to attend. Days pass. I keep wanting to cry, but there is too much to do! Perhaps next week, perhaps I can drown my sorrows during that drink with you. It’s a long shot, it probably won’t happen, but the small spark of hope carries me through the remaining days. ‘Are you going far?’ asks the taxi driver taking me to. Much shorter than the first girl and a definite pear shaped figure.On the next evening both girls came round. They played that game where each told their mother they were round at the others ones house. Again I brought out some wine as my friend busied himself putting on some xhamster porn. The tall girl feigned nonchalance, and pretended to be a lady of the world. The little one's mouth hung open though. My friend had chosen a superb one, two young girls being done by two older men. Lots of.