. go harder... go easy... love me! Love me!" An owl hooted somewhere far in the surrounding darkness. Two spent men glided the limp lady easily off th...ir glistening shafts. Martin took me in his right hand, draped my mistress over his wide shoulders, and walked to the blanket, where Ingrid slept soundly. But she wasn't alone there. A sexy, little vixen body, covered in stylized birds, was laying beside her. Two black cherry eyes drowned us in an intoxicated gaze. Angelika. "Want some. She reached back and put my penis in her vagina. She was a lot tighter than Sara, and I had to thrust a number of times to get deep in her vagina. Fortunately her vagina was long enough to take my penis even though it was very tight. There was so much stimulation that my knot was partially erect when it started going into her vagina, and it took a lot of pushing and some extra lube which Sara supplied, to get it in. Once it was in, I resisted the urge to thrust rapidly, entirely, I wasn’t too. I dont know why, call it a girl’s intuition or whatever. I felt like something was going to happen. I could have moved away. But I didnt. Maybe because I wanted it to happen. (did I tell you I have a huge crush on my boss?)He leaned forward. He placed his lips on mine.They felt as warm and gentle as the water on my ankles. I closed my eyes. My hands moved halfway to stop him but lost the resolve to do so as the kiss felt amazing. He kissed me long and deep as dozens of waves broke and touched. I attended a business school and then left for the big city to live in.I got a room at the YWCA and made friends with lots of girls about my own age there. Needless to say, I was a naïve young farm girl unaccustomed to big city ways. I was 18 at the time and I met an older guy who swept me off my feet. He was much older than me, in fact, he was 29 at the time.We had a whirlwind romance, and he was my first sex partner. I lost my virginity right there in a room at the YWCA. I never thought at.