The tearing sensation was extremely painful. Tears started streaming down my face as Sam rubbed his hands up and down my back and he whispered in my e...r"Shh. Shush. It's ok. Just relax for me baby." The pain soon subsided and I felt calmer. He kissed my cheek."good girl." He then began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first but gaining speed. I clutched tightly to his shoulders, caught in the heat of passion and lust. His dick was pounding me relentlessly."Oh Aimee." he grunted"You're so god. This showed off her cleavage and DD tits. Looking down on her figure made my pussy wet. As I started to touch myself she got up and left. Damn. I waited a few minutes but she didn't come back.A few weeks later she was out but this time she had a bikini. Her voluptuous breasts were barely contained in her top. I wasted no time and started to masturbate. As I touched my young wet pussy I watched her untie her back strap. Suddenly her breasts were exposed. Jolts of sexual pleasure filled my body. She had called me because she needed help. She was suffering badly, and the idiot in me was thinking about sex."Thank you so much, Sam!"she said, and managed a smile,"I could have never done it without you." You're welcome," I said shyly.She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My hands felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her.I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphony of moans. He was just about to hang up when he heard a breathy greeting. ‘H-hello?’ ‘Hi.’ Even over the phone he could feel the tension. He heard her sharp intake of breath, waited to hear the click and dial tone as she hung up on him. He deserved nothing less. He had taken something innocent and good and turned it into… ‘What do you want, Nathan?’ That was a loaded question. What did he want? He wanted her not to hate him. He wanted to start over. He wanted to pretend like the past six weeks hadn’t.