We call that muscle memory, though that isn’t really it. Everything originates in the brain, but some of the pathways that control muscle movement a...e more ingrained than the memories of events. It’s what you’ve trained your body to do.” I couldn’t remember learning to play the guitar but I could remember playing. My fingers moved of their own accord. Until I started thinking about what I was doing. Then I fumbled to a stop. My fingers were sore.“That was beautiful, J,” Em said from the. He then stepped into hispurple sweats and pulled on the lilac t-shirt from Victoria Secret thathad the label "Pink" written across his faux boobs and down the pantlegs in contrasting lilac and purple letters.His mother took a quick moment brushing back his hair before sliding ona lilac headband, keeping it out of his face and they were quickly readyto leave as she tossed flip flops in front of him to step into.His stomach was already in knots as the preparation had just begun asshe dropped him. I know he’ll be here in less than 5 minutes. I lay in my bed with my heart racing in anticipation of his late night arrival. As he comes in the door, I can hear him walking lightly. It’s exciting to know that he’s coming for me. As he comes to the side of my bed, I keep my eyes closed. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. I feel his soft lips touching my skin. I still have my eyes closed just to tease for a bit. Finally, I turn to see him standing next to the bed. I unzip his jeans and. With my sexy words he began jerking his waist on my pussy as the pussy was filled with my juices and his pre-cum and was giving a sexy pluck pluck noise. Chuck chuck chook chook plooop pleeep pleeep chulk chulk. Due to his tremendous stroking speed his cock used to slip from my lubricated pussy. He then grounded his knees and lifted me on his thighs and pulled the elastic of my panties to stroke me clearly and said to me that he is cuming.He questioned me where should he cum, so I said in my.