I was wanting her to give me hand job for a start up so while kissing I took her hand and slowly put it into my shorts, she held it well as if it was ...ever for a first time, her hands gave me 25-30 strokes to my big hard cock and when it was about to ejaculate, I stopped her hand because it was for the 1st & I didn’t wanted my cock to ejaculate that early. I removed her hands then I took my pant off and gave my cock into her mouth. The blowjob was awesome and exotic. Now the pitch was ready to. Peeking around an old oak trunk, I surveyed the scene. She was standing in the middle of a small circular meadow, with the sunlight falling all around her. It was so bright, my eyes seemed to deceive me, and I thought of moving back a little into the woods. But I was drawn to that voice, I almost couldn’t resist leaning closer. But I didn’t want her to see me, she might have stopped, or even run away. And I didn’t want her to run: she was lovely: dark hair down past her shoulders, her skin. On the other hand, her feelings for me when indulging in the sexual act or just being in my company, were very profound. She described it as a sincere and genuine lesbian love, and that if such things were legal in this country, she'd want to marry me and demonstrate her love and commitment in a marriage ceremony and formalise her undying love for me.This reminder of her devotion, made me feel a little guilty and also a little claustrophobic. The sex with Alan had not broadened her horizons as. Weeks earlier, his ex-fiancée had walked in on us while we were just beginning our evening alone on the couch. Ever since that day, I knew she was going to try to get him back. She realized he had moved on with his life and she hated that thought. Maybe she didn’t really want him and the things that split them up in the first place would still be there, but she sure as hell didn’t want him to be happy with me. I was disappointed to hear that he was going to give her a second chance. Once you’re.