‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, Eric…’ She placed one finger gently against his lips stopping him. ‘Eric’s spending the we...kend at my mothers, I thought it best while I got things…arranged,’ she ended lamely looking at the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes. ‘God dammit Jos, what do you want from me? What more do you need?’ He backed away from her arms outstretched in challenge. ‘I’m sure as hell not giving up on this, on us, so just tell me what it is you need! I refuse to accept. Hanh... Joe... hanh... you know you were first, don't you? I... hanh... never did it... hanh... before." Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks."Does it matter to you, Irene," I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she'd fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat. "And I don't see any blood," I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn't conclusive evidence of non-virginity."Hanh... but you are... you're. A drool of saliva fell out of her mouth, and rolled in a deliciously erotic flow down the lower contours of her huge mammary endowments and gathered as a puddle in her navel. Selena pulled her forearm out of the yellow-haired girl's cunt, dripping as it was with vaginal juices, and placed her lips and mouth on the well-delineated folds of her labia. The perfectly proportioned clitoris. The two folds of vaginal lips. The vagina itself that was capable of stretching to hold any sized object of. Paul dragged the sponge once more over my belly and up to my breasts, teasing my nipples as my body slowly returned from its ride. He was grinning, so proud of himself. “Ready to eat now?” he asked. I smiled. “Eat what?” “You’re feeling better.” He was right. I’d nearly forgotten how melancholy I’d been all day. “Rinse,” he said. “We still have dinner waiting.” Paul helped me towel off, dabbing at my flushed, wet skin long after it had dried. “I think I’m dry now, Paul.” “Hmm. Well, we’ll have.