But it's true. It's one of the things I wanted to discuss with you, before we have that other talk."Doug couldn't speak. His mind was filled with the ...ear that he was going to break all of their hearts. He was up against something he couldn't fight, something he couldn't get his hands on, and he had been aware of his own mortality for a long time. Gone was the ignorance and invulnerability of youth, burned away in the heat of battle. He could and would die someday, and maybe sooner than he. He stood me up and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and could see he was inspecting my ass, 'Hmmm he said what a lovely ass you have' he said 'How many guys have fucked that?' 'None I said' He replied 'oh so I'm going to be the first, so you're nice and tight?' never been fucked before I was sceptical, nervous but excited at the same time, I felt at ease with this guy so we mutually agreed to go with the flow. I then turned round to face him, and sat on his lap, I passionately kissed him. After the meal we settled in her living room, chatting about this and that and that she was feeling much, much better now, that she'd cut down on her medication after being advised by her psychiatrist and that she hadn't met anyone like me ever and that she so liked me and wanted me and adored my body and she'd like to see it sometime. Why not now, I asked? She said nothing, just leaned forward, kissed me deeply for the second time and left. I asked her where she was going and she answered with. Next thing, your head was buried in my boobs, your teeth grazed my skin and I felt warm breath on my nipples. Your tongue twirled around my areola, roughly, sucking and nipping. I felt the wetness between my thighs, my pussy was throbbing, wanting you to fill it. I slid my hand down your tracksuit bottoms, firmly taking your cock in hand , grinning as I watched your self control dissapaite. You sighed as you shook your head between my tits and dislodged my hand from down your pants with your.