Her legs reached around me and pulled me the last few inches. When I entered her I was sure that I could not last long. How could I possibly make this...last forever? How could any woman feel so soft, so hard, so inviting. She became the one in control. I remember feeling that it would be her decision when I could leave her body. The time was too special to have it end that quickly. She, likewise, ran her hands over me, as I had done to her. She caressed my arms and chest, as we became one. She smiled as she remembered how he had taken her hand and pulled it into the pocket of his heavy overcoat with his own, warming it, rubbing it until she felt it warm, stroking her palm with his index finger. She shivered. She recalled his face in profile as she had looked at him while they walked, he was so handsome, unaware of her gaze. She had squeezed his hand then and he had turned to her and smiled, it lit him up and had made her glow inside. Suddenly sharp pain washed through her belly.. “You don’t leave much to chance, do you?”I bent over to pick up my laundry bags. “It’s different for girls, Steve. How many guys get raped? You read about it happening to women all the time.”Steve’s smile broadened. “You can’t rape the willing.”I stood up and faced him. “That’s not funny, Steve! How would you like it if half the people in the world were bigger and stronger than you, and a lot of them thought you couldn’t get by without their help?” I was surprised at how irritating I found his. I mean, what kind of guy doesn't like to be looked at and lusted after by the girls. That was one of the reasons I started wrestling.So we stripped down in the middle of the crowd which seemed to be growing bigger all the time. That's when someone started pouring baby oil over the two of us. "We don't want it to be too easy," someone called. With the oil came the assistance of many hands to rub the oil in. They paid particular attention to my balls and cock and I didn't mind. Some of the hands.