As my thoughts wander I realize a good fuck would be nice, but there are no cocks walking around, and I curse the weather, a good shag would generate ...ome heat, and a nice orgasm to warm the cockles of my being.I was sixteen on that night, and already a veteran at cock manipulation, a girl with an enormous appetite for sex, and group fucking, a girl in a perpetual sexual high, a girl who craved cock several times a day, even shagging my brother meant nothing to me, it was just a cock, a fleshy. I rolled down the window and replaced the speaker and rolled up the window. I held Deborah close as I started the engine and moved toward the exit. Easing the Chevy out onto the road; I headed back to Thompson's funeral home as close to the speed limit as I could. Wouldn't be too easy to explain this situation if I was stopped by a cop for speeding. When I reached the Funeral Home; I pulled in where I had parked earlier and went around and got Deborah out and carried her to the basement. Well ... not really. I had jerked off plenty while she was gone. But I hadn't shot off inside a nice, warm pussy, and that's different.She sat as I spurted, staring down at me, almost studying me, except that her right hand went to rub her clit. I finished cumming, and about thirty seconds later her fingers got her off. The rippling muscles inside her announced she was cumming as she froze and groaned. Those muscles pushed my softening penis out of her and she moaned in dismay."I thought you. " I have fond memories of that time too, Mike. You were my first. No woman ever forgets her first. You made it right for a naïve teenager trying to be a woman." If ... if I asked you out ... for a date I mean, would you?" he asked uncertainly."Yes," she said almost immediately, and again surprising herself with her definite response.Mike had a big smile, looking down and realizing they were still holding hands. He squeezed gently as a thank you."Perhaps this weekend?" Saturday?" Perfect. Do you.