..all the way into her mouth I sat back on the table as she pulled back she exerted such a suction I thought my eyes were going to pop out. She began ...obbing up and down. I put my hands onto the back of her head and assisted her as well as I could. I knew I could not last, it has been so long since I had even touched a woman. I moved my hands and told her I was cumming...she sped up and sucked harder. I grabbed her head again and pulled her forward and as deep as it would go. Then I plastered. Changing clothes led to some other ways of warming up a body as well. Let’s just say we were sweating when we got out of the warming house.Eve was the only girl who I hadn’t made love to, she was not ready to lose her virginity, and I was okay with that. We did most everything else. I didn’t try to have penetrative sex with her. Even though I never discussed my sexual exploits with any of my girls, with them or anyone else, I was almost positive they had or did. They never asked what I had done. ..why? What if you had broke down , what you have done? She said I'd got a ride with someone. Oh Hell no I said, that's crazy talk. She laughed and said NO I knew I'd be OK. OK what happened when you got to his house, she said well I left my coat in the car and walked to the door. Oh man I am shaking and my feet feel cold by now. She said I rang the door bell and he let me in. Well what then? She said we fucked. OH I know but tell me about it. She said well he has a king size bed and we fucked. At first, lingering germs of doubt had made her uneasy. How could one know, after all? What if the actuality appalled? One thing to dream; another to? But now she did know. Knowing also that her chosen road permitted no u-turns. A fact she had found a little scary. That part of her still obdurate in it’s attachment to normality horrified; wanting nothing more than to turn away from the scene she had worked so hard to contrive and return again to the metaphysical haven of personal imagination..