And the romances all said that those climaxes were special. On the other hand, the romances all had beautiful heroines and handsome, rich heroes. That...wasn’t a source you could trust. Eric offered her something, call it safety. Was she going to refuse that in the hopes that the romances were right on this detail when they were so unrealistic on so many other details? And was she going to take the chance that her life, already ruined in so many ways, was going to fit the romance. If her life was. Sometimes the two girls were in a frisky mood, and they would double-date in only one car. Franny would be in the front with her boyfriend Hank and Ellen would in the back with her Jake. They would hold blowjob competitions to see which girl could get her guy to ejaculate first. Ellen usually won the majority of those contests.During the winter of 1954-55, the two of them invented the idea of cutting slits in the crotches of their woolen tights. In that way, their boyfriends could lick their. When I scooted around to sit sideways, hugging him around the neck and kissing him on the cheek as I did, his hand landed on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. It felt warm and strong as his fingers gently stroked the inner flesh of my thigh, and I was aware of that familiar tingle in my pussy place.His hand, seemingly of its own volition, eventually wandered up to the point where his fingers lightly caressed the crotch of my panties, which I am sure were damp, if not wet, by now. I. It's too much for me. Legs buckle. Heart pounds as if trying to escape the confines of my breast. Balls contract in the final rush to climax, and perhaps she senses it too, because she lowers her gaze from my eyes to my cock. That's all it takes to hurl me over the edge. Hot semen rises. I arch my back and thrust my hips to meet my hand. Her fingers are a furious blur between legs that are spread open at an impossible angle. I scream into the night as the first white rope ejaculates into the.