Joe was certainly the quiet type of guy!Up to this time I had only ever slept with two boyfriends and I have to say sex was hardly exciting. I suppose...it was the classic case of two pumps ( three if I was really lucky )and a squirt. I had read my women's magazine and knew it should be better than this. One of the problems of being well endowed in the boob department is that the guys seem to be so fixated by my fun bags that everything else seemed to be ignored. With Joe, it was different. The. She was wearing half sleeve-neck short shirt and skin tight jeans. I immediately hugged her and put my right hand on her left boob and squeezed it like tennis ball! She enjoyed it and she put her left hand on my erect cock. I pressed her back thigh and moved on to squeeze her beautiful round shaped ass (gaand) with my left hand. I then inserted my left hand in the crack of her Gaand in ‘Karate’ style and at the same time locked my lips with hers. I inserted my tongue in her mouth and got nice. ... The time past far too quickly, they showered together, she wore black stockings, a peck on the cheek and she disappeared into the mist of the morning. But this was not the end, via emails over the next few weeks, a friendship began to form, regular early morning emails exchanges became the norm, each apologising when they missed a morning.But has luck would have it, he had to pay another visit to Germany before the Christmas, they arranged to meet again; could the excitement and the passion. With every stroke and every taste of his skin, I wanted him more. My body couldn’t seem to get close enough to his.He would ask me to read some sections to him, so he could close his eyes and drink in the sensation and the wicked words. In between the spoken text, I’d remind him, now and then, not to cum yet. By the end of the story, my hand was drenched in his pre-cum and his ass crack and lower back was soaked in mine. I was stroking his cock and pinching his nipples and biting his neck, as.