.. And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. ...is eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He. "Not really. My age prevents me from visiting them," respond truthfully."How old are you?" She questioned."I'm only seventeen," I responded and I watched as her nipples become prominent under her blouse at my admittance."Really. You don't look or sound like a teenager," she responded."Well, I am. So my nights are spent in my room watching reruns," I informed her.We shared stories about our lives for almost two hours and I was forced to end the conversation as it was time for another. He understood. His hand snaked down underneath her dress and he started rubbing her inner thighs gently. Melody sighed and their eyes didn’t leave each other’s. He kissed her roughly as he finger pushed aside the thing material covering her soaking puss. He slid his finger up and down her slit teasing her. Melody getting antsy started rubbing her soaked pussy even harder against him and Brandon couldn’t wait anymore. He slid his finger knuckle deep and started fingering her softly. Melody broke. And because I had spent so much time making love to her, she not only had the secretions from her earlier climax lubricating her, but those that I had triggered as I’d licked and sucked her. So, once I had the tip of my cock in her, I then had no trouble in thrusting the entire length of the rest of it where she had called for it to be, deep, deep inside her. But then, just as I had with everything else I had done, I pushed back and forth, slowly – plunging deeply and savouring the intensity of.