God, whoever this was was making me hot. I hadn’t had sex yet but I’d come very close with Jeff Munroe. I closed my eyes, remembering the smell of...his cologne and the heat of his naked body against mine. Too bad his mother had come home early. My hands were shaking when I opened the next piece. I want you to cum on my tongue. A whimper escaped me before I could stop it. A few heads popped up, glaring at me but I tried not to make eye contact with anyone. The image was too strong and my body was. Entry was still difficult. Somehow, someway, Kim’s vagina had stretched wide enough to pass an 8-pound baby with a 13-inch circumference head. It had hurt like hell, and I still had little discolored scars on the back of my hand from when Kim’s fingernails had dug into it during delivery. Neither of us had expected her pussy to ever be the same.But that had been almost nine months ago, and Kim was still a 23-year-old woman with a 22-inch waist. She was just built narrow, and even post-baby her. . Was I sorry?Now I was able to see a side of Patrick I never knew existed. For the first time in my life, someone made love to me. Someone was enamored with me. When you overlooked the antagonistic and self-serving persona, Patrick was amazing. Endearing. Beloved. Could I regret experiencing all that? Tasting him? Feeling him inside me? Seeing him watch me with such strangely devoted eyes?Remembering a question I asked myself not long ago, though it seemed like years before, I wondered again. "Ok," she responded, "but I'mgoing to have to get changed - something smells lovely." I've done acasserole for supper I explained then we had a discussion about who doeswhat while I was staying with her, then she shot up stairs to get changed.I had lost my nerve so to gather my thoughts I took the dogs for a shortwalk, when I got back she was in the kitchen her pert bum encased in apair of skin tight jeans paired with a white silk top and 4" black mulesmy heart cried out for her - but I.