I felt the tell-tale pressure, the sensitivity, the tingle that told me I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn't fight it. I didn't want to fight it....I wanted to fill her. I could feel Heather's arms around me and her nails raking up my bum and my lower back. I felt the pulse that signaled my orgasm. Almost immediately Heather yelped as she felt that first shot of hot sticky cum inside her. Her arms linked behind my back, pulling me tight and almost squeezing the breath from my body. As more. ’ ‘Well, you didn’t have to go through this,’ I said, still feeling guilty. ‘That’s why doctors have scalpels.’ ‘I know,’ she sighed, ‘but to me, that would have been a cop-out. In a way, breaking your cherry is like natural childbirth. It’s a milestone in a girl’s life, an event I will always remember and be grateful to you for.’ She tightened her grip around my neck and brought my lips to hers for a lasting kiss. ‘Thank you, Jim,’ she said. I offered her the use of our bathtub, but she shook. I was letting old tapes play in my head about being used, about men in my past who didn't mind sexing me up but didn't want a relationship with me. Charles wanted our lovemaking to be unfettered by fear or negativity; I didn't want to have any emotional blocks between us. And we both wanted us to join in a union of transcendent, unparalleled ecstasy so we waited until the time was right.Other times, the subject of sexuality never entered our evening experience. Sometimes, I could sense that I. She smiled and wished me good morning baby, I responded good morning sweet heart and we both looked each other with a naughty smile on our face. I asked how was last night ?, she naughtily replied not bad , I further asked didn’t you enjoy? she told not much in a flirty manner so I said let me give one more chance and we both burst into a laugh.Then I stand and sat on her seat still no one came in our compartment , only vendors were passing in 5-7 min span. I sat near her and put her hand on my.