"Her words were so beautiful; so inspiring; so true. She tried to think ofwhat to reply back. She wanted to say the right thing. Then she got it.She k...ew just what to say: "OMG, I need to be making men cum." She couldhear her words echoing up and down the stairwell."OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM." This time the voice on the other endof the line's words were more serious. As if she was revealing to Pansysome important truth that just came into her head.Pansy replied back, as she minced down. A vintage black-and-white TV set sat like a museum piece in her living room. My dusty VHS player was next to it. Her authoritative 'TV Guide' collection was strewn across the floor like bodies after a frat house kegger. Luckily the antique Motorola might come in handy since I brought a copy of my only black-and-white porn, 'Citizen Caned.'Sorrowful memories of my lost grandmother had me crying like my mother when she discovered my career as a thespian lesbian. Fortunately, I remembered reading. When almost 2 inch of my dick was inside, I could already feel her hymen stopping my further entry. I was enjoying the warmth of her pussy around my dick, I was rhythmically fucking her slowly and softly, so that she could adjust to my thickness. The wetness of her pussy made things easier. I continued fucking her for some more time, she was enjoying each small thrusts.Pooja was enjoying the moment, she was nearing another orgasm, her breath was getting deeper and deeper, hands clenched on the. Some part of me wanted to stop, but I somehow couldn’t, the sexual heat inside my loins building up into a furious raging fire. Despite my best efforts to hide my arousal - at least those signs other that my desperate humping of Cat’s foot - I moaned.That appeared to be the signal they had been waiting for, because the moment the sounds left my lips, Cat pulled back her foot, and my desperate attempt to follow its movement failed.Cat laughed throatily. "Oh Breanne," she gushed, "if you could.