This went on for quite a while ( until he got tired) he never did cum ( I guess due to age). Then it was my turn, I got a big glob of vaseline and rub...ed it all over my hard cock and put the head against his butthole and started slowly pushing. Something was wrong though, he said it hurt and I didn't even have the head in. I was quite larger than he was, not "big" by any means and I'm still not but it was too big for him to handle so, I didn't get to fuck him. I tried several other times after. . I tossed my pillow aside and raced my left hand down into my panties, only to realize that it was more than just wet... it was drenched. "Seriously?!" My eyes widened from what I'd just found out about myself. I couldn't believe I was so turned on by that image. I went down again into my panties, feeling the cool, wet, humid sensation once again as I slowly put my fingers into my already wet pussy...."Ummmmmm! Goshhh! No way is this actually happening!" I just couldn't stop myself at this. I stammered that I thought I deserved a raise. She said thatmy performance was good, but the bank was struggling, so a raise was outof the question.Then, Julie said that I should get a part-time job to make ends meet. Itold her that banking was my only skill. She suggested I take a courseor some kind of technical training. Julie handed me a business card forJessica's School of Nail Technology. She was friends with the owner.She said that many men have done well as nail technicians. She. She came across as a simple , uncomplicated and shy person. One of the things she was curious about was “french-kiss”. She was not sure what it was and she extracted a promise from me to show her if we ever met. She was also curious about oral sex.She came around 1 pm. She had refused to share her picture so it was the first time I was seeing her. She wore an elegant but simple cotton sari. Her face was pleasant with nice even teeth, charming in simplicity. Wheatish colour. . We talked for a.