Well- meaning friends were forever trying to set me up with guys that were either so dull, I was working overtime to get a conversation going or just ...anted me for dessert. This man was a whole new bag of tricks.Vince is an American, completing a Post Grad Diploma in Architecture at UQ. I might mention here he has the most gorgeous smile, a smile that makes his eyes sparkle. Arms that hold me and just make snuggle closer. I guess I fell head over heels. All instincts told me… Don’t go there,. He'd placed the blunt end of his cock against the slight opening between her cuntal lips and told her that it might hurt a little. She'd told him to stop stalling around and to start fucking.She'd heard before that it was supposed to hurt, so when he pushed his stiff prick down, and in, she'd lurched upward, figuring that it'd be better to get it over quickly.Betty had suffered very little pain. She guessed that she'd had a very thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it. I continued exploring her naked body, moving my hands up her long legs, up her thighs and then started gently massaging her pussy. ”Are you ready for me?” ”Yes! Oh, yes!” she whimpered. My cock was throbbing at this point, but I wanted to play with her a little longer. ”Not just yet, hon,” I teased. She let out a frustrated sigh. I went to the cupboard by the bed, and pulled out a set of rubber anal beads. I dangled them in front of her and said ”I want you to get these nice and wet for. ‘Oh yes,’ I moaned, feeling an almost immediate release as she rubbed the palms of her hands along my thighs, down from my ass and back up again, using her thumbs to ease the tension out of my legs. Soon, she changed position, no longer at my side but now crouched at my feet, facing me. She worked her fingers slowly and gently along my calves. It wasn’t long before my legs were soft and loose and free of any tension but her touch felt so good that I didn’t want for her stop. Slowly, she.