Not from her belated husband. Not from one of the boys in her small community. She remembered the soft, gentle lips of Anna touching hers. She remembe...ed their tongues touching carefully. Embracing. Melting. She remembered the soft caress on her face when Anna put her long hair behind her ear again. She remembered how she braided her hair and then tickled her with the tip. How she tried to get even by tickling Anna back and ended up rolling through the long grass together until they stopped and. We got something to eat, and played some darts.That's when I noticed that Jan had not put her panties back on. There were a couple of guys sitting at a table near by, and we could tell they were spending a lot of time watching Jan retrieve the darts that ended up on the floor. Yup, a couple of times she bent over, and you could see the cheeks, of her ass, and it was looking VERY good to me. I told Jan that these guys were looking, and that quite a bit was showing. She told me she would go put. There are some sick puppies out here. So there I was, a happy, socially challenged 18-year-old chronic masturbator, when it happened one night. I was enjoying my latest acquisition, an anime series called Shoukan, when lightning struck my house the same moment I came in front of my computer. Arcs of electricity jumped from my computer to my cock and hands, shooting out of my mouth and back into the computer, suspending my cum in the air. The force of it made me spasm and rock over backwards. My. I've said that sex with Donna is the best. She's twenty-five, five-eight with wavy blond hair that falls just to the height of her nipples. I asked her once if that was on purpose and she told me that, actually, it was. That was how she wanted her hair length and chose it several years ago standing naked in front of a wall-length mirror. Her body is beautiful. She has smooth ivory skin, and her legs are long and thin, hips trim, waist narrow and a set of 34C's that are quite perfect; full and.