"Wait a second, it hurts a bit" I told him. "I'll wait until you tell me your ready" he said smiling down at me. After a few seconds I told...him it was ok to go on. He leaned back a bit and slowly started pushing again. I could feel him slipping deeper inside me. "How much do you have in I ask?" I ask. "About half, you ready for more?" he asked me "Yes but go slow so it doesn't hurt" I told him. He grabbed my hips and leaned down as I rose to meet his mouth and. Then as she bobbed faster I lifted my ass up off the seat to let her get even more of my cock deeper down her young throat. Her auburn hair was falling around my balls as she worked harder for her prize. It wasn’t long until Ashley was rewarded with a huge load. I shot squirt after squirt into her mouth as she kept sucking and holding the base to pull the last drop from the very bottom. As we neared her house Ashley pulled away, allowing me time to put myself away and her to straighten her. His skin felt the same way, although he was slightly cooler as he was bare, his clothes in a puddle on the floor. He let the kiss draw out, and then nipped her lip gently, pulling away and looking into her open eyes. They were a magnificent shade of bluish green, neither one color nor the other and framed by the most gorgeous natural lashes. “It’s good to see you.” His words ghosted over her cheek and made errant strands of her hair flutter. He saw the smile in her eyes, at the corner of the. Now go out and touch >, others. So, I thought about it. I dismissed the idea, of course, as I hadn’t tried to write fiction since I was a schoolboy. But there remained this thing… Then, I had an idea. I had a tale to tell. I wanted to tell a story, an erotic story, that didn’t feature kids of school or university age, that wasn’t a coming of age story, which actually featured people who were ‘grown up’. It would be a slow story, about a man who began as emotionally dead, but who had the.