I sat on an exercise machine that felt like a piano bench cushion in the unfinished room. I watched the actress’s entrance up until this line:“So ...hat about you? Husband, Boyfriend, Girlfriend?”Her last word was accompanied by a mischievous smile at the camera with her brown eyes heating me up in the cold uninsulated.My crushes on women in my red journal are confusing to read. My fantasies for men were so prolific, that I was inherently suspicious of small slivers of attention towards women. I. We arrive and check in.Later in the room we are finally alone...We have dreamed of and planed this moment for ages. But will the reality match the fantasy? I run a bath for us as I feel grubby from the long flight. Standing in the bathroom we stare at each other, of all things a little shy at this final point of disclosure. I move closer to her. With a false coyness she crosses her arms over her chest as if offering one last barrier for me to scale to reach my prize. But she smiles and her eyes. For every action there is an equal an opposite reaction. While Trista’s weight had been distributed across her entire back mine had been on the knees that were now hamburger. As the sexual intensity ebbed the pain set in. I sat Trista in the matching rocking chair and again thrust my cock into her now gaping pussy. I slowly rocked her back and forth over my rod. My concentration vacillated between the pleasure in my prick and the pain in my knees. The low energy expenditure of the rocking chair. Their father had been overly strict and she had not really been out on an actual date yet with one of the boys from school. In fact, she had to admit that she was probably just as clueless as Ronnie when it came to making men smile with satisfaction from her carnal skills.Other than the experimental fun and games with her twin brother Jimmy and some covert fooling around with her married, middle-aged cookie sales clients, Cindy was unable to boast that she was the expert in either vaginal or.