“There’s that fear again...” he said quietly. “You know what that does to me, Courtney.” She closed her eyes as he released his grip, runnin... his fingers through her hair.He unzipped his jeans, revealing his erect shaft. “Open your eyes, Courtney.” He demanded. As she opened her eyes, she gasped, realizing what he wanted her to do. Her eyes went wide and she tried to pull back, but Michael grabbed her by the shoulder. “No.” he said, his voice firm. He stared at her, his expression. Her pussy would get wet and tingly and she would have to finger herself to a climax when she got home. She then told me that she had only had sex once before me and that he had not taken off all of her clothes. She had been a virgin until two months before she graduated. She said that she didn’t want to be a virgin when she got out of school. My wife was very conservative she would never think about showing any skin in public. Once in the bedroom she was a pure slut. Lesly said that she wanted. The bed is groaning now and the headboard slamming into the wall behind it, making low, rhythmic thuds, as this young slut rides the shit out of me. I can safely say no one has ever ridden me like this before, with this sort of enthusiasm, not even the little French whore I used to fuck.She’s grunting and gasping, her hips thrusting backwards and forwards up and down, piston-like, as I lie with my hands on her strong, toned and sun kissed thighs. Never mind my wife, I don’t think I could stop. I nodded quickly and looked back down ather feet so she didn't see the tears that were stinging my eyes. Onesplashed down onto her boot and I wiped it away as quickly as I couldwith my thumb.The doorbell rang."Run downstairs and get that, Steffie. It must be Max. Make sure you fixhim his Cosmopolitan with plenty of lime zest this time. And be perky.He likes to hear you chatter away mindlessly." Diana laughed and wavedme away. "I'll be down in ten minutes."I had one hope left, I thought, as I.