Her family lived in the city while mine lived and worked in the fields. My father owned a small farm that he had spent his life building to put food o... the table for us children. Well Maureen’s family was not rich, neither were they poor. For the longest time I admired her from a far and it wasn’t until I gathered enough courage to talk to her. I walked up to her one day after class and said hi and asked her out. Of course she said yes. But as my wife would put it I was like a scared child and. But once her lips touched mine I was all in. She kissed me softly at first then more passionate. My cock responded as she grinded against me. She kissed her way down as she unbuttoned my shirt. I could feel her lips and tongue against my neck then my chest, slowly working down to my stomach. Then she was on her knees loosening my belt and unzipping my pants. She pulled my cock out then took the head into her mouth. She used both hands to stroke as her tongue moved over the tip. After a few. His tongue madly and wildly crawled deep inside Justins rectum, and with each intoxicating taste, Jim grew to be more animal like with his dining behavior. A long while later, Jims anal dwelling tongue grew too sore for him to continue dining on Justins more than delicious asshole. Slipping his tongue free, Jim sat back on his knees and stared at the most precious sight his eyes had ever saw. There wasnt anything about Justin that wasnt truly perfect. Jim slid off the bed and retrieved a large. We had fucked, slept, ate; fucked, slept, ate. Very little else. We had chatted too of course; Helena had asked many things about me and my life before I came to Rigel IV. I had told her everything she wished to know.I slept the last few hours before we arrived back in my home city of Trenton. We took a hover taxi back to my villa high on the cliffs above the city. Helena was excited she would soon be seeing her daughter Melora very soon. She had not seen her in many years.We arrived back.