Complete opposite. Into hard-rock, long hair, hard sex. I don't give in.He claims he has pain in his belly, if he can't come. I learn to jack him off....Sucking seems way to dirty!She looks around again. Fills our drinks. Fresh bowl of ice-cubes. Needs to collect courage for next part.We all know what happens from day one in Amsterdam. 'Intro'-week. End of August 1976. & With. It builds delicately, stopping short of hard. I can sense the destination; the closer I get the warmer she feels. The temperature in my hand climbs impossibly high. I keep thinking “this must be it” but it keeps escalating. And then I feel it; the puddle secreted in her panties. Absorbed across her labia the fabrics have become saturated to the point where my fingertips are submerged in dewy drops, simultaneously defining her shape with clarity but also lubricating all movements across her. I. I swallowed a little before standing up and kissing Karen on the lips passing her own piss into her mouth to taste. As our tongues entered ito each others mouths my cock became even harder than it was straining to become free. Karen must of seen the bulge as she ran her fingers over my now rock hard penis. She undid my zipper and reached inside wrapping her fingers around my manhood. Once released Karen commented on how hard and girthy it was before slowly wanking my cock back and forwards,. . I...," she blushed, prettily, but with an overtone of desperation, "I don't know what to buy. Or how to wear it, or what to do when... when... you know, when I have it on." Her eyes were moist almost before she stopped speaking. "May I ask you a few questions? They won't be rude or terribly prying questions, I promise." "Yes, sure. I just need some help." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure the help she really wanted had little to do with lingerie sizes. The store had two.