He fucked me&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,.He slid his hard cock into me so hard. He filled me so good baby. I almost yelled out but he held...his hand over my mouth. Hearing that pulled out my dick and rubbed it around her dripping pussy. Was that just her wetness or was that their combined juices dripping onto me? I didnt care and as soon as it was well lubricated I pushed in deep. She let out a huge groan and bent forward onto the table and looked back over her shoulder at me. Fuck. ” Once again she stopped talking and just looked at me then after a short time she continued. “You get so turned on by the thought of it that you can’t even last more than a minute after you enter me after another man has used me. You can’t deny it because you can’t even control yourself if I tell you about someone that I’ve been with.”“I don’t deny that it affects me sexually but you need to understand that I don’t like it. In fact, I hate even the thought of it. You, for some reason, think. ”“You could have stayed longer.”“Gary, he said, I like making you cum,” Christy whispered, “I said to him, so do I, and you make me cum a lot!”“He does,” I said softly.“I gave him one last kiss and he said, can I kiss these goodnight, he squeezed my nipples and I leaned forward for him to kiss them,” Christy told me, “Then I stood up and went to walk away, and he asked me to turn around because he wanted to see my ass.”“Did you?” I asked.“Yes I did and the next thing I knew, he was biting my. She kicked my shin, though not very hard."The way you described it before, it sounded like guilt-make-up sex." Yeah, there was some of that involved," I said."But it was still fun?"I grinned. "You could say that."She looked at me speculatively. "So it was just ... recreational sex?"I rolled my eyes at her. "Coming when it did, it definitely started as guilt-makeup-sex. But by the end it was friendship-sex too."She dipped a finger into her glass of water and began to rub it around the rim,.