These always give me flashbacks to my first trip ... If that weren't bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelm...ng even for me.I gasp for breath. Once the trip's started, there's no easy way to get out of it. Best I can do is see it through to the end. I try to push the memories of my first time out of my mind though. By sheer misfortune, that one's still one of the most brutal experiences I have seen. Perhaps this one won't be nearly so bad, at least then. I don't want her to be turned off by my perspiration.Almost immediately she slides across the seat to me and breathes in my ear. "What's your name, cupcake?"I mumble that it's Kacey. She doesn't tell me hers, but repeats mine over and over in my ear, then licks my neck. I can feel goose-bumps the size of golf balls rise along my skin, and I sigh softly, not daring to look into her eyes again. I'm in complete surrender to her. She knows it, and laughs again. Her hand grazes along the back of my. Mit ihren Lippen an meinem Schaft und ihrer Zunge, die immer wieder um meine Eichel züngelte genoss sie schon den Geschmack meiner Lusttropfen. Sie wurde immer fordernder und nahm eine Hand dazu. Sie rutschte schnell über mein von ihrem Speichel nassen Schwanz. Als sie spürte, das ich gleich kommen würde, nahm sie ein Glas von Tablett, das eigentlich für Orangensaft bestimmt war und eher so aussah, als würde man es bei einer Stehparty nutzen, statt am Frühstückstisch. Allerdings auch jetzt. I pretended to Ed that Tori was my first more serious female lover. I had to say something, because she was frankly too sexy to resist, and she came on to me like a heat-seeking missile. Tori and David were rich too, but they were old money. When I first met them, I assumed they were married because of the gold ring on Tori's left hand. Ed had found them backstage at a Rolling Stones gig, and sensing some naughty fun, brought them home to meet me. Tori was twenty-two, but looked like a.