All the bedrooms in this house were large.Charles got up from his bed. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtains. From his window he could ...ee the cliff. He asked himself three questions: Who was that girl in his dreams? Is she still alive and still living in this town? If they ever bumped into each other, what would happen?The next day Charles was riding around town in his bicycle. He cycled over the hills. He cycled past beaches. He cycled past shops. He even saw a small cinema but. Who knew she'd share the details with her mom?So that night, after work, we went back to her house and tried it again. It started the same way... and pretty much ended the same way. I might have lasted a whole minute this time. Sex just felt different than I expected, I guess. My only experience so far had been masturbation and I couldn't really feel a whole lot with the condom on, and I guess that combined with being nervous led to my being premature. The next weekend I stopped over and she. Ohwell, let's see how it works. "I'm not sure what size I need," I say toher."Well, what size is she -- your wife, right?" she says."That's the thing," I say, "you see, it's not for my wife. I need tobuy a dress for me to wear." (There, I said it)."Oh," she says, and suppresses a slight giggle. She couldn't help butbe honest, before the professional in her took over again."I lost a bet," I tell her (lying). "We bet on the recent basketballfinal, and I lost. So, now I have to attend my. I could feel the wetness each time his balls slapped against my asshole as he dug his cock in. My pussy gripped his cock, squeezing him and soon he snatched his cock out and with a couple of quick tugs he shot a tremendous about of cum that pooled up on my belly and began to slowly drip down both sides of my body. For one last little tease I raked two of my fingers through the pool of his hot cum and licked them clean. The look on his face indicated that he just almost came again standing.