After all that happened today, I’m feeling very, very horny.The phone rang a couple times before she picked up and said, “Hello.”“Hi,” I sai... nervously.“Hi, is that you Jennifer?”“Yes ma’am it’s me.”“Oh my God! I didn’t think you would call, at least not this soon.”“I’m sorry.”“Oh my goodness Jennifer, don’t be sorry; I’m glad you did.”“Me too, so what are you doing?” I asked.“I’m home alone, and I was thinking about you, and I was playing with myself. What are you doing?” she asked.“I was. In fact most of the other girls flirted with him, but had too much sense to get involved.We arranged a date, and he turned up an hour late. He took me out for a drink, then back to his place. I was too much in awe to object when it turned sexual, and I lost my virginity on that first date. Then he ignored me again for about three months.Our next date saw me waiting at the edge of a car park for thirty minutes. When I remarked that he was late, I got my face slapped. Then we went back to his. I saw her reach under the water, and her hands came back up with her panties, which she gave to me with a wink. Within a few seconds I heard a moan and she quickly started to shake slightly against me. I knew all reserved nature could go out the window at this point, and I allowed my hands to explore her body for the first time. I unhooked her bra and saw her perky breasts for the first time, reaching around and cupping them in my hands. I felt her nipples poke against my palms, before I. That broke the ice and we chatted for a few minutes. "So do you do this often?" he asked."I wish I did it more often," I admitted. "But I'm pretty new to this. And nervous as hell." I understand," he replied. "I've only had a couple of guys suck my cock. Not that my wife sucks me anymore, but I enjoy getting a little rough, something she would never allow me to do. Guys seem to get off on me getting rough. Do you like it rough?" I nearly creamed my panties right there. "Yes," was all I could.