I don't think so. I think sex must be like crack cocaine. It's instantly addictive. I had no idea how good I could feel. If I'd have known I'd have be...n having sex for years." But you can't let some boy paw you," I moaned."Why not? It's so much fun!" she beamed."Boys don't know shit about making a woman feel good," I said."Well, I suppose you're right," she said. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess if they do it enough, though, they'll get better. Maybe I should get a different boy to suck my. Finally one Saturday in April he cornered me to go fishing with him and there just wasn’t any way that I could get out of it without making a big deal out of it. So off we went bumping across old logging roads in his SUV headed towards a familiar fishing spot deep in the woods.Well a half hour later and we were fly fishing in a wide shallow stream and making kind of idle chat about cars and shit. Then after a while an odd thing happened. Bob walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. . I shouldn’t want to be his. I was ... was...Thoughts evaporated as two sexy jinn latched onto my nipples and suckled. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Fawziya’s thrusting fingers. Both jinn nursed with a hungry passion. My fingers rubbed harder at Nida’s pussy, my other hand sliding across Fawziya’s dusky stomach, reaching between shaved thighs.Finding hot cunt.Both jinn moaned about my nipples as they nursed. Their passion buzzed through my body. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my toes. I hugged her arms to my body and told her she was welcome. She laughed and made me promise not to tell her mother, which, of course, I teased her about.She shrugged and half explained that she still lived with her mother, and sometimes her mother tries to be in charge. Her mother had not liked the last boyfriend she'd had because he drove a motorcycle. I warned her to stay away from guys like that.She laughed and told me that it wasn't a problem. She was focusing on education and career, and.