She reached down and grabbed his big hard cock. As she slid down onto Kevins manhood she said, Fuck, I love that big hard piece of man meat in me. It ...ills me so nice and full. I love the way my cunt has to stretch to get around it. After she was sitting flat on his lap with him buried fully in her snatch, she started slamming up and down on Kevins erection. After a minute, Maria leaned back so her back was on Kevins chest. Squeeze my tits and fuck your log up into me, hard. While this was. They usually had a brief ‘keep me up to date’ note in them, but that was all. Then quite suddenly it all went quiet. I kept sending my Christmas cards to Joe and Winnie, and for some reason to Tammy and her husband as well, at least Tammy always sent one back. But she never mentioned her sister or Joe in the accompanying notes. I was to hear no more about Joe or Winnie for nigh on eight or nine years. As I went through my early twenties, I had my fair share of girlfriends, I even shacked up. “Ahhhhhhh! Shit! Uuuuggghhhh! I feel Amy’s explosion gush from her as she sinks down and stays down on my cock, trembling. My cock feels like it is underwater as her juices flood out and around my shaft. You move in for the kill as your mouth begins to lap up what has covered my legs. I lift Amy up slightly, just keeping the tip of me inside her. More of her juice flows out and you mouth makes quick work of that. I feel your lips and tongue rub along my shaft and then to Amy’s pussy. She bucks. Don't get me wrong. I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man cannot. Women are far more gentle, and yet more passionate than men. Men generally have a****l passion all the time. But a****l passion can wear on you, and be over far too soon. When a woman becomes passionate, it is more special, more personal than with a man. With men, it often seems that they might as well be having sex.