I took the packet of lubricant from Mark's hand while he stepped out of his shoes, trousers and underwear. I applied a generous amount of lubricant on...my boyfriend's cock, until it was dripping off him. Then we both watched as my hand rubbed Mark's cockhead on, and in the folds of, my pretty pussy."Oh my God, Baby. It feels so...perfect," Mark whispered."It is perfect. Thank you for doing this for me...for us." I took Mark's hand and stepped over to the salon chair, turning it sideways to the. I had only told my girlfriend I was stopping because of the way she used to go on about it all the time, in fact I had tried everything to get her to smoke but she was adamant that would never happen, therefore once again I was starting to look longingly at a fellow smoker for sexual gratification and I had more than a hunch that Tony was of the same mind by the way he touched my leg after he had told a really funny joke. The night was fast drawing to a close and by now Tony new enough about me. I wanted daddy and mom to ravage me. It could never happen when the others were home. At night I sat on my bed playing with my pussy praying that my parents would bust through the door and take me to heaven again. The days passed until it was my date with Todd. He picked me up in his dad’s Porsche. We drove to Red Robin for dinner, then to a movie (where we did a lot of kissing). Then we drove to the hotel my mom got for us. We made out some more. Awkwardly undressed. God his cock was so small.. . well ... everything. And it was like how we were, without the several distractions. An endless, unstoppable conversation that neither of us ever wanted to stop. And in the morning, I felt the same pull I felt for you. That it could be physical, too, the connection we felt, and therefore complete.”“And was it?”“Yes. Despite being up all night talking, he was patient. And then relentless.”“And after? When you were with me?”“You remember.”“I do. Hard to forget the moment you lose your soulmate..