Well`, it was serious at all. And we didn`t have sex then. But now that we had, I`ve stopped having sex with my parents till my relationship end. Now,...let`s talk about the guy. He`s sweet, funny and interesting. He likes me a lot. I like him too. But not as much as to tell him about my secret life: the slutty one. When we had sex, it was nice.He took me to a nice restaurant then we got back to his place. Then on entering his room, we kissed till we found ourselves on his bed. he has a smaller. Her building came and then she asked if I would come in to have a glass of buttermilk. I agreed. We entered her apartment, I sat there for awhile and then she changed into her nightie. I could clearly see that she had removed her bra as her melons were hanging. She came with 2 glasses and a jug filled with buttermilk. She gave me the glass and bent down to pour the buttermilk and man! I could clearly see her boobs. What a beautiful scene it was.Suddenly I came to my senses and realized that she. One started kissing me deeply while dancing close to me. My Body was still all lubed and shiny, so the latex was squeeking as it rubbed on his. The other one took my hands to the back and locked the wristbands. As soon as he‘d done that he started to massage my ass and butt plug, as he found it. I got so turned on that my kissing got more intense.I was extremely overwhelmed by the situation and enjoyed every second of it. After several minutes of making out and enjoying their hands on my body,. " "Yes, I know," he said woodenly. "But I don't know anything about you that isn't in the media guide." A tear started to fall and she stabbed at it with her hand. "I don't think you've even told me your favorite color. But you sat down and told that reporter all of those things. I found out just like everyone else. Just like any other person who watches games and doesn't know you." She started moving mechanically, closing her laptop and putting it in her bag. "I told you I don't like to talk.