His black pants hugged his ass and made him look even that much hotter. He always had a little scruff on his chin, and he wore reading glasses with th...ck frames. His teeth shone when he smiled, and gave him deep dimples in his cheeks. He was just under thirty. I would lay in my bed in my parents home at night, having orgasm after orgasm just thinking about him naked. Even at my age, still being inexperienced, I was very in tune with my sexuality. I had never had sex, but I craved Mr. Smith's. I had a little light breakfast and then set off to the clearing. I wanted to be there in plenty of time. There were more walkers around than previously and I was angry that they might interfere with our meeting. But , as I walked up the hill they became fewer and I hadn’t seen one for ten minutes by the time I left the path and cut across to the glade. He had already arrived. I was surprised to see him in a suit. He also had a small flight bag and his rucksack. I noticed he had a lap top carry. "Thank you," I said."That was wonderful," he sighed.It was then that I realized a several things: First, I'd just given my first blow job. (Yay!) Second, I'd swallowed. (Double Yay!) Third, I absolutely loved the entire experience. Fourth, I'd just had three or four of the most overwhelming orgasms of my young life. Fifth, and the thing that concerned me a tad, during the cock sucking and cum licking I hadn't even been concerned with my friend. I really didn't worry about his orgasm as. Now Daddy is another story. He is almost as bad as your father. He would love to find me helpless and naked like this. Don't you even think about calling him over." Did he rape you or something?" No, I told you, your father was my first. No, Daddy's thing was fondling me and taking dirty pictures. It started when I began puberty and continued all though high school. Actually, it continued after my marriage and involved fucking once I was no longer a virgin. Dad didn't stop until I was.