The most talking we do anymore, is just routine shit. We don't talk about anything else, and you are always fine with that. Gillian has asked me about...everything. From our trip to Paris ten years ago, to what we did for our last anniversary. We never really talk anymore, or even do anything together. You have no idea just how much time I've spent with her, do you? I've had more dates with her in past few months, than we had in last ten years. Whether she knows it or not, she loves me, and I. He was just the vehicle who would deliver cock to me for the first time, so that I could get the stupid concept of virginity out of my life. Blood would not be a problem; my cherry was long gone, victim to the combined fingers of Cissy and me. All that remained was for a hard male member to spread my vaginal walls and to coat them with the sweet cream of lust. And my mouth too, but that was a foregone conclusion, the appetizer to get him off quickly so that my first fuck wouldn't be a wham-bam,. You don’t have to do all that. The bed is big enough for two people to split into 2 sides. I can manage with that.” Now that’s the reply you were hoping for. You realize how horny dog sound. This girl just offered you a place to stay and you’re trying so hard to sleep with her. You need to wash your face and reset your mind. The last thing you need is her chasing you out.You head to the washroom and wash your face. It’s 11:45 right now. 15 minutes until Christmas. You really wanted to get home. . Teres major, I think,” she said. “Sorry. I didn’t know it would be so sore.” She didn’t let up, though and in a few seconds the pain eased and I could feel the muscle loosening.“What’s with repeating the names of the muscles?” I asked.“I thought as long as I was working on them, we might as well memorize them for anatomy. I’m looking at the chart while I give you a rub-down.”She kept up the process for half an hour, thoroughly covering my back and arms. She was really pretty good and I was.