I wouldn’t do anything more than suck her breasts and lick her neck, and she seemed satisfied with that. Sometimes she would finger herself to orga...m when she was done with me. We went to the beach together for Spring Break. I started talking about what I was going to do with her when we could both have sex, how I was going to make her cum over and over. I don’t think I was in love, but I did want to make her feel good. We decided that she would stop masturbating in the weeks leading up to. "Oh I should have thought this through!" She said aloud to herself. Her phone vibrated once. Letting her know the answer to all of her questions. She flipped her phone open "I want you to fuck me. " was the first text she seen. That was from her. She was so nervous to read his reply her stomach was turning over. "Seriously? We can arrange that. " was the reply. Of course he was going to agree to it. She was a fresh 18, naturally skinny, perky 36Bs, long brown wavy hair that fell just. I lay back, staring at the ceiling when I noticed a warm and lovely feeling. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking her own juice from my cock. My hips began to move in rhythm, pressing more and more length down her throat with each motion. She popped my dick from her mouth and pumped my shaft with her hand, all the while lapping my balls with her soft tongue. It was an unwelcome feeling when she stopped. I wanted to protest, until she slid herself up the length of my body. She dragged her. Then he started very slowly stroking my stomach like he was tracing the stretch marks. He followed them around my stomach, down my thighs and across my ass. A surprising number of people stopped in the hallway to watch.Another thing I'd forgotten about. I'll have stretch marks forever. A roadmap of scars that will show everybody that I'm too stupid to keep my knees shut. Still, his fingers gliding over them felt wonderful. I'll bet Brian's fingers would have ... Do not think about Brian's.