And it just so happened, that on this evening, I was in fact visited by an angel.Angels don't always come bearing good tidings. This one had news that...at least in part, was quite disappointing to hear, even bordering on heart-rending. But angels have your best interests at heart, and unfailingly have your back. This particular angel would help steer me back onto a much more productive path in life, even though she was shouldering a huge burden of her own.She didn't flutter down on heavenly. Once I had learned how to fuck, I began to fasten my movements and she pulled my face to grab my lips.I can’t explain what a feeling it was. Though she was chewing my lower lips and sometimes pushing her tongue into my mouth, I could sense her moans and her body heat rising.I started to pull out and push in at a greater speed and she was enjoying it too. The scene of her boobs moving up and down with every movement of mine was exciting me and was making me more and more energetic. I couldn’t. .your pussy tastes fucking sweet! I love to eat hot pussy," I said the best I could while my mouth was between her legs. "Oh, eating you out makes my OWN pussy wet! I'm masturbating right now!" I wasn't lying, my left hand had traveled between my own legs."Ahh...Oh my God! Miranda...Uh...UH! Oh Oh OH!" Rosalita was panting and moaning very intensely. Finally she stopped speaking in verbal words and all I could hear were primitive grunts and heavy breathing."Uh...UMM! Ohh...UHHHHH!!"Her pussy. It was obvious she was completely absorbed.When she switched from modern dance into ballet, performing a series of pirouettes across the floor, her body was perfectly upright, legs straight, and neck long, her head held just so.In her, I could see greatness, the special quality only rarely seen, like Muhammad Ali floating on his feet in the boxing ring, or Michael Jordan with his grace on the basketball court, or Wayne Gretzky on ice; a quality that raised them above all others, almost magical.