He'd have to do better next time.There was a next time fortunately but it wasn't for several weeks. And this time the hands were different. Darker ski.... Round dimpled knuckles. Shorter nails. But no more expert. This time, however, Dick kept his cool. It took longer until he released himself, although in a vicinity far from the portal he was most desirous of entering.And on this occasion, although the semen splattered on the hands that facilitated its explosion it was properly wiped off with. ” He moaned. His cock strained against his pants. “And I’m not even inside you yet.”“I really liked when she fucked me,” I admitted.“What a coincidence! I also really liked when she fucked you,” he winked.He slid the straps of my tank top off my shoulders. He pushed the pesky thing down under my boobs. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, my tits stood perky and erect in the open.“How do you want to be fucked?” he asked.“Take me however you want me.”He lifted me off the counter and spun me around. His. Rosa found the quiet seeds of rebellion growing in her heart as she continued to experience the contrasts between her own and her friend's lifestyles. Rosa vowed she would escape from her parent's strict lifestyle as soon as she was eighteen and legally independent.Highly intelligent and exhibiting an unusual wisdom for a girl her age Rosa realized that in order to become independent she would also have to be financially independent, able to afford her own place to live, no matter how humble it. ” He said. I must have blushed a bit because he commented on it, and stepping closer added, “I can see what the boy sees in you" He said, as he looked at me with a kind look but with something a little raw underneath. I remember Chris said that his dad had been single for a while. I wonder when the last time he’d had a girl go down on him."What you mean?" I asked in a tease. Yes, I was play-acting. I mean if I have to do this, well, OK, I decided to have fun with it, and Chris was never.