To feel the pulsating power of the jets pummel my pussy into orgasm after orgasm like they did at the Marina was just the incentive I needed to get me...into my work clothes and back down working in the basement. We had beautiful sea-foam green flooring laid on the playroom floor. We had my exercise-bike room walls dry-walled and painted. Louise had just finished installing wardrobe mirrors on the head and both sidewalls of my private little workout domain as well as behind the hot tub. All. One by one, she made the connections. He had been the very first person to enter her without a condom, the first to feel the naked embrace of her unprotected vagina. The flesh of her cunt had engulfed his manhood, without any latex to separate their genitals. Her father knew the sensation of her pussy better than any of her previous boyfriends ever did.He was also the first to have ejaculated into her, she had taken her father’s seed, and every last drop of it would usually end up deep within. He trained me on a normally slow day to get my footing and used to things. I found it awkward that he wanted to take several full length pictures of me stating they were for his insurance and how they were needed.”My comment: She was a total knockout at 19. Long red hair, great legs, green eyes. Not someone you would normally find in this back woods town.Courtney continued her tale, “My second day wasn’t until October 17. She thought maybe he didn’t want me. But I was anxious to go due to it. I eventually confided that she used to have phone sex with me and that helped. Then after a couple years she lost that interest. He asked what i liked about phone sex and i replied the thrill that someone knew when i was cumming. He seemed to perk up a bit more. After some mundane chat about what was on the TV he said he could call my room and listen to me stroke if it wouldn't be too weird. I thought about it for a few seconds and went back and forth. I remember in college during late night.