After bringing me along with her lips and tongue, she would climb on top and just shove my cock in her pussy. No delicate entry or easing it in for he.... She just stuck it in and fucked vigorously, moving back and forth, until she had a thundering orgasm which seemed to last and last. I knew that she was close when she would say "yes, fuck, me" and repeat it several times or "give me that big fucking cock". She flushed when she came and became breathless. There was no question regarding her. I kept thinking back to the previous night and smiling. For too long I'd convinced myself that I could live without friends, that I was somehow immune to loneliness. Something had clicked the night before and I realised how wrong I had been. It was like the start of spring after a particularly grim and dark winter. There was someone who understood some of the same shit I'd been through and who could make me laugh about it. It felt like the best thing in the world.* * *"A. Why? And don't give me that song and dance about bein' afraid he'd make you do somethin' you didn't want to do. I understand the fear was real, but if you love him as deeply as he loves you, you wouldn't have let your fear become so overwhelming that you'd stay away from him all this time." You're right, of course," I said and explained the circumstances, how I felt about everything, and why I'd told him we shouldn't be lovers anymore. Even to my ears, my explanation sounded weak and made me. ’ Squirt quickly dragged a big wide armchair around to face Becca on the couch. ‘There that’s better, now we can both go for it and watch each other as we do. We must try to cum at the same time. Okay.’ ‘Yes Squirt I think it is going to be fun.’ Sitting back facing each other with fingers working slowly. At first there was little response but as they began to stimulate their clits faster their faces took on a slight blush and their eyes expressed the sexual tension. Becca paused lifting her.