If I’d thought about what I was doing I certainly would have tried to dress up a bit more but this was one of those acts spurred by hormones, not ra...ional forethought. I found his place, a small craftsman-style bungalow on a street filled with similar houses, and a small bodega at the corner of his block. It wasn’t till I reached the gate that I actually began to consider what I was doing. I had no idea why I’d come beyond wanting to talk to Matt, or maybe just to see him. My feelings for him. "That's right, squeeze my cock. Come on my little slut, you like it. You want to come for me and for them. Hold on baby, almost there. I want them to hear you. I want them to see my whore come for me."His words only added to her excitement. The demeaning names weren't upsetting at all. She shivered, waiting for him to tell her when it was time to come. She felt his fingers tighten on her nipples and she whimpered, "Quint, oh god baby, please..." she clenched her fist and bit her lower lip."Yes,. This was not the syndrome of pent up frustration, that a cock teaser might provoke (many girls played that game in those days). No, she had totally drained me of all I had.I was with her for about two months, during which I explored many possibilities with her. Oral sex was always part of it. She liked that as much as fucking, if not more. Prolonged “69” sex she was particularly fond of. She wanted to be licked and kissed on her vagina and clitoris and liked sucking my cock at the same time. . "What's wrong?" I want to do something but I don't know if it's OK." What?" Give you a hug." It all depends on how you do it. If you do it like a friend or a sister, that's fine. If you want more than that, no thanks."She came over and put her arms around me."Be careful. My ribs still hurt."I hugged her, taking care not to hurt her."Well, you must have gotten your bath. You don't stink near as bad as you did this morning." Stop it. I couldn't help it." Have you still got your bandages?" Nope..