I was smitten, and I knew it. As we continued our date, she weaseled out of me the fact I was a junior. I also learned that we went to the same schoo.... We went to IHOP and had eggs, bacon and chocolate chip pancakes. It was good, and even better when she ate from my fork. After a while she called her parents and said she was going to an after party with her friends. I smiled, knowing she was prolonging our date for as long as possible. I offered to take her to my house to see my collection of. It took ages. Then he stepped forward as his body bent into the stroke, his arm flashed and wrist flicked. Totally frantic convulsions, screams roaring from Samantha?s mouth, the contorted body played in front of Sarah?s eyes. Her legs scissored wildly. The screams just kept on going, just pausing for a moment to gasp some new breath. In her brain the pain of each stroke was simply adding to the accumulating agony. The pain completely enveloped her, she had lost it all, she just screamed and. It comes from that difference in sexual behavior among males and females I spoke about. A woman wants sex to have added dimensions, usually -- love, commitment, that kind of thing. Sex isn't just sex. Sometimes, they take it too far and prostitute themselves for a protector or provider -- and even that is a reflection of instinctive drives, I think. Men on the other hand..."I stopped because she put her hand on my arm. "Turn right." I did so. "Go on," she added, "I'm not offended." Well, I'm. I ... I feel like I need to push this inside something,"Natasha uttered. My pussy quivered at the thought and I took my cue.I took Natasha's hand and replaced mine on her cock. "Here, just keepdoing what I was doing, but try not to come yet," I instructed. Rippingoff my clothes, I stood over Natasha and looked down at the mesmerisingsight in front of me. A hot curvy female stroking a thick hard cock. Idon't know if it was my altered genitals or something deep down in mycharacter I had not.