I did not know how I felt or what I should do. I had learned over many years that when I am confused or angry, the best course of action is to so noth...ng. Think it over first, so I started thinking.I looked at Becky in a whole new light. She had refused me sex for a quite some time, and I believed she simply had lost interest. It turns out she had only lost interest in me. She looked fantastic in her outfit and I admired her beauty. I always had. I was going to have to decide what I was going. I was so excited on the way over to his place that I noticed my cock was leaking precum through my underwear. Now he is naked and so I am. He is laying on the bed and is stroking his cock. He had nice size cock about 7in and was pretty thick. He orders me to come over to him and suck his cock. So I crawl over to him grab his cock, and just admire it for a second and then put his cock in my mouth. He immediately let out fuck yeah, and put his hands on my head as I was sucking his cock. Right. " She took my cock into her hand and guided it into her vagina. She felt a tiny twinge as she stretched to take me in. Slowly, Tricia pushed down until she felt resistance, held it there a couple of seconds, and then pulled out. She repeated this maybe a dozen times, until she could take me deep without any pain at all. Finally, holding her breath she had me thrust all the way inside her. She let out a loud yell, and then lay motionless for a few seconds. God, she thought that hurts so much. Or. I came back the following three Tuesdays, the location was still so private. Nobody came at all so I knew this was my very own private paradise, or so I thought...The following Tuesday I arrived and in the place I ususally put my towel was a red rose and a note which read“You are stunning! I would love to get to know you more. Please don’t be scared, I have no intention of hurting you... quite the opposite.” At the bottom was an email address and under that it read: “I have something to show.