I could feel his eyes on my butt as my hip swayed walking up the porch steps and down the hall to the kitchen. I opened the door and walked inside to ...our him a glass of lemonade. I could hear the TV upstairs in Jenny's room blaring some loud children's show, and I rolled my eyes. I pretended to be checking the stairs to see if she was okay, while I locked the kitchen door so we wouldn't be disturbed. I fixed my shirt and my shorts and turned around. I was getting cold from the cold air. Theres another guy Ive been talking phone-sex with, someone a couple of hours away. Ive had him tested and that end is perfect. I actually met up with him a couple of times in public places and got to know him<, Here I had to go to the next message, as she must have hit the send button&hellip, >,I also let others know my whereabouts when I am with him, actually took Jen with once to see him and get her opinion. Remember the other day when I came home late from being with Jen? Remember how. Looking back it's pretty easy to see where my "secrets" came from. I have known about my submissive side for a long, long time. I really believe it has always been there. I remember laying in bed when I was 10, 11 or 12, going to sleep and fantasizing about girls in the neighborhood, holding me down and kissing and "playing" with me. It was also around this time that I had my first sexual experiences. They all involved 3 older girls in the neighborhood, the girls were always "in charge". The. The rhythm we create is at first awkward as you find your center above me, but soon you’ve adjusted your motion so that I am at a wonderful angle inside you, and you move your body up and down, your arms pumping, your hands gripping the arms of the chaise as you drive me even more deeply into you, a soft guttural purr coming from you as you move. I feel you moving faster, yet more deliberate. There’s a tightness in your vagina as you raise up as far as you dare without losing me, and slam down.