He invited me in to his little apartment. It wasn't particularly big, but hey, what did I care, I was there to suck some dick and get my greedy asshol... stretched, not look at his furniture. So we sat in his living room and chatted for a while, I asked him about South Africa, and he questioned me about my university studies. However I could feel my asshole itching for some action, and I licked my lips every time I looked down and saw the bulge in his trousers. He caught onto this, and the. .. here... ?" I took you out of the chair after you exhausted yourself," he explained, "After about an hour, you'd cried yourself to sleep. How do you feel now?"Tonya had to think about it for a while; after all the torment she'd been through, she thought she'd be miserable, but... "I feel... okay, I guess..." More relaxed? Feeling better about yourself?" Mmmmmm...", Tonya thought for a moment, "Yeah, I do..." A lot less of the hurt that you were feeling?"Tonya had to think about it for a. After that, I avoided liaisons and even gained something of a reputation as an ice-maiden, which I did nothing to discourage. But I also got a reputation for being a careful, competent digger, and was welcome almost everywhere.Notwithstanding my ‘ice-maiden’ persona, I was not – am not – averse to the opposite sex. As I approached the big ‘three-oh’, I couldn’t help regretting I hadn’t found a man with the qualities I was looking for. Besides, Mum and Dad were making noises about grandchildren.. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and darted it around. Janet's whole body steamed with lust, and she couldn't bring herself to push him away.As Tim worked his tongue in her mouth, she knew she wasn't going to fight him. She needed sex too desperately to pass up this chance. She went limp and submissive, and she creamed right through her panties. She felt around till she was touching the boy's fly. His cock was hard as a rock, and she could feel it throbbing even through his clothes. She.