“Morning, pet.”Pet? Urgh! Her voice is soft and sensual, but I’m tetchy and the word rankles.“Morning!”She palms my face around and fixes a ...elicate hello kiss on my lips. “You were snoring.”“So,” I challenge.“Don’t worry. No problem as long as it doesn’t become louder.”She kisses me on the cheek since my head has resumed its prior position. My eyes restore their glazed upward glare.She skips out of bed. “Must rush. Some of us have work to do.”Great, she’s leaving. Another advantage of Sunday. Each chapter will highlight a different man, but I will only focus on the really good sex that left an impression. I’ve had plenty of boring sex, but it is forgotten or not worth writing about. There’s no plot device here, just plenty of good sex. What makes it interesting is that each man was different, physically, mentally and emotionally which made each sexual experience unique.I will start when I turned 18 which was also the legal drinking age back then where I lived. At that age I was told. He grabs Aliaround the neck and pulls him away from his prey. Tossing him against the back door of the van, Mohamed kicks him hard in thegroin. There is little need for words. Ali knows what he has attempted andthought he could get away with it before anyone knew. Mohamed tells him hehas just lost his turn and he will not be permitted to touch her again eithernow or later when they reach their destination. There is no point in his arguingas he is told to take over driving so that Shazzaar who. So, when George, shaking with lust, kissed his way up over her mons, and across her stomach and onto her breasts, then to her neck, and his steel hard penis dug into Sam's wide open and still spasming pussy, her response was to hump again.Quite suddenly, and shocking to them both, George's penis destroyed her hymen and plunged halfway into tight, hot, horny teenage pussy.George's reaction was also born of instinct. He pushed harder. His prick burrowed its way into her until his pubic hairs.