She was as hot and wet as he'd imagined. Then, as he rammed into her, he was surprised. Surprised and disappointed. He had gone in easy. There was no ...ry of pain or no obstruction like there was supposed to be. She wasn't a virgin. She'd been tormenting him all these months and she'd done it with somebody else.Even as these thoughts were passing through his mind, Jim was conscious of the snug, hot clasp of her cunt. And, as he entered, it seemed to squeeze softly. The convulsive spasm as the. I didn’t know when I called John, that he was on the rebound from his very own broken relationship.John came by my apartment and I was happy to see a familiar face that I hadn’t seen in several years. We downed a bottle of red wine catching up on our pasts. As we chatted, I realized whey I had called John. He was super cool, easy to talk with and he seemed to really understand my needs on every level.The wine had loosened both of our inhibitions, to the point that I told John that if he didn’t. Her shoulders seemed to be rhythmically moving as though she were crying but, if so, they were silent sobs. He could hear nothing. Still, something in the set of her shoulders said she was in some kind of distress.Perhaps it was the contrast to the wonderful weather. It was mid October. The day was warm, partly sunny as piles of fluffy white clouds played hide and seek with the bright solar light. The leaves had turned, many already on the ground, many more falling in an incredible cascade of. George slipped down his trousers and pants and pulled Simon to hisfeet, fingers pulling and grabbing as they ripped off they'reremaining clothes. A long and passionate kiss, tongues, tasting,teasing and licking, followed as they stood there in the room, bucknaked, hands and fingers, grabbing and groping each other.Not even bothering with the bedroom they fell to the floor and Simonfelt the enormous, yet so welcome, weight of George on him as theykissed, licked, sucked and grabbed each.