There was no resistance being felt as I pushed the skirt up her trim thighs and massaged the firm flesh with compassion. When I reached the frills of ...er bloomers the sensitive maid purred already like a kitten and my cock was throbbing and straining under her wiggling little bottom. I pushed the bloomers right into her groin and with that the rear of her skirt too, for which I had to lift the panting maiden for a second. I gently opened her taut thighs a fraction and my cock jumped right into. I wasn’t looking for, ‘The love of my life’.He looked thoughtful. “About two and a half years, I think. Something like that,” he replied.‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘That lovely cock had been going to waste for that long.’He helped me clean up after dinner.He even mopped up the spilt drink while I put his clothes in the dryer. I took him to my room. He was hesitant, and I had a feeling he hadn’t spent a lot of time in a girl’s room. He seemed unsure of the correct protocols as to getting her into bed.I. His name was David. He was the one with whom I first lay, one marvelous night, long ago, in his quarters. He was gentle and kind with me that night, a true gentleman of Earth. He pampered me, buying me presents, catering to my tastes, and always made love to my like I was made of crystal.My friends envied me, and everyone around told me David was the best man I could have found, but I don’t think I was truly happy. Something was lacking in my life, and being with David always left me with a. She’d walked in so casually she hadn’t even noticed me, but now she’s looking straight at me. We both reacted, I covered my 8 inch cock as best I could with my hands and daisy dropped her clothes, froze and then said ‘omg I’m sorry, I thought you were at work’I felt like it was a question, she was still standing there, the natural thing was for her to run out and close the door and then for me to get clothed and apologise, I’d been caught in positions like this before and acted nervously but I.