And it was an entrance. She had used the word neutral todescribe her name, but she was not that. She was wearing a dress, justshort enough to show o...f long shapely and just scooped enough to show offher breasts. There was no wig on her head, but her natural hair wasalready longish, full, colored and curled. Somehow the square jaw thatreminded me of Mike made her made-up face look even more spectacular."Great to see you brad," she said, extending a manicured hand that seem sosoft when I took. Let me tell you about Mary. She matured physically very early, was kind of a big girl, but pretty with large tits. She always had older boyfriends and had a reputation for being a little wild. She had been the first person to turn me on to pot. She also had a boy friend who was away at college. Her mother knew nothing about how wild she was, and was kind of strict but not to smart if you know what I mean. So the first afternoon that I gave her a ride home after school, she asked if we could. I felt a familiar sensation in my swollen balls, and as I thrust deeply into her vise-like ring, released shot after shot of warm pearly cum into her. After we had composed ourselves in my bed for 15 minutes or so, catching our breath and gazing lovingly into each others eyes, I attempted to compliment my partner. "Stephanie, you were delightful, baby. I think you know that I lo...,” I started to say, when there was a soft knock on my door. "Expecting someone, lover?" I quickly threw on an old. Love the sounds you make as you cry into the night with each dirty thrust, not caring what the neighbours think.” It was true. I was that girl. The horny, loud-mouthed slut who would beg for cock in the heat of the moment. The girl every boy’s mother warned him about. The one who was truly happiest when the man she loved was thrusting inside her body. My skin flushed but there was no respite from Adam’s lust-filled descriptions. No sanctuary where my mind could take stock of his words. “First.