“wow, you’re a squirter” I saidI wiped some from my stomach and tasted it, she tasted good, I offered her some and she sucked my fingers as she ...ontinued to ride my cock, moaning gently with every move. She rolled off of me and lay beside me gasping for breath.“You like that” I asked with a smile. “you like me fucking your slutty little whore pussy“Ooh yes, I fucking loved it” she said, planting a wet kiss on my lips. “You fucked my whore pussy good”We lay there for a minute, naked, breathing. Well, good for him; for me, I was headed to college as I wanted to be some kind of engineer, maybe computers, maybe electrical.I was three years younger, fifteen, and would be the only one left at home with my mom who had been divorced for many years, not long after I was born, actually.So, we had a party for him, a big cookout for him and his friends, there were a lot of them, and a keg of beer that Mom supervised like a hawk making sure no one over-indulged. I managed to get a couple myself. He slowly bent his head as if he read my thoughts and captured my lips with his. The feelings that shot through me were unimaginable he tasted of mint and smelled of fresh rain his hair brushed my face and was as soft as gossamer. I couldn't get enough of him he pulled me closer so that my breasts were pressed firmly against his chest and he lifted me up so that his already hardend shaft was begging for entrance into my core. I was so wet and ready for this god before me, I moaned in answer to. She had medium length dark hair that was frosted with silver. Her hairstyle probably cost more than my paycheck. She wore a tasteful beige business suit, low heels, and carried herself with an air of dignity. She was not model thin, but her figure was perfectly proportioned in my opinion. A few of the guys cracked jokes as she left earshot and returned to the offices. What a bunch of apes, but I must admit that I also noticed the sway of her hips and the perfect roundness of her bottom. Marcia.