I continued to fuck her boobs for some quarter an hour. Suddenly I started feeling pressure mounting in my lund. Signals were clear that I was about t... erupt. I told her about my condition. She said, better you push the lund in her pussy. I moved backward and reached her thighs. I spread her thighs and put the tip of lund over her pussy and gave a gentle push. She was quite wet and it did not take longer to push my whole lund into her. To subside my excitement, I stopped all my movements, just. I would most definitely scrape the bicycle and replace it. Most humans would as well.Only a human would spend the extra money to rebuild a worn out bicycle, just because it had been a gift from a lover. A person without the emotional baggage would simple melt it down and start over.Yes, I still rode the Gunney's bicycle, so I guess that made me the walking contradiction, partly cold and reasonable and partly emotional. Maybe that was the definition of a modern human.Whatever I was, I would try. But I did want to find a 'nice' girl and do 'nice' things with her. In Amber I knew that I had found a nice girl - and possibly a naughty girl, which was even better, one who I fancied and who I was sure fancied me. The only thing holding me back was her age. It was definitely weird for a 26-year-old man to date a schoolgirl but I'd said that age was no limit when I'd dated Lisa and it seemed wrong to use it as an excuse to deny a relationship with Amber.But how to do it? I imagined asking. Don't stop." Marcie did look very turned on to Rose. Her eyes had taken on a glint that Rose hadn’t noticed previously. Also, to Rose’s amusement, Marcie had begun licking her lips frequently and her mouth hung open slightly. Rose was aware that her delay in relating the fantasy was deliberate. She had always been very private and expressing the “toilet fantasy” to another person was something she was not prepared for. She felt very exposed. Though Marcie’s acceptance seemed genuine,.