Her warm insides sliding up and down. It took a while for us to get it in. Her virgin hole almost refused to relax, and with nothing more than spit, t...is has been a rough experience for her. But her sopping pussy betrays her real thoughts, occasionally dripping down onto my ballsack. My finger pumps in and out of her slick cunt, her plump little buttcheeks patting gently down on my lap. I have to admit, it’s almost impossible for me to concentrate too.“Well you better get good then! Remember,. “Especially when you’ve never once mentioned me stretching you out or being sore after sex,”“Well, you loved hearing it last night. And I’ve never said those things about you. Why would I tell you how much you stretched out my pussy, since we both know that has never happened,” I said.“Whatever, can I least get a blow job then?” he asked, in an off-putting needy tone.“Eww! Why would you even ask me that? You know how much I hate doing that,” I replied with a disgusted look on my face.“Oh. With one of the trailheads right across the street from me, it makes for easy access to walk the dogs, hiking, mountain biking, or to go snow-shoeing and cross-country skiing in winter.It was the middle of July when I first saw her. I remember it being early evening on a gorgeous summer day. Walking my dogs after finishing up a job, I was approaching the clearing to a beautiful overlook. I had noticed a slight movement up ahead, so I stopped in my tracks. It was a woman, maybe thirty years old,. “Well, Jack, girls can enjoy sex as much as boys do’ them just take longer to get ready. Why don’t you try to get me ready? Let’s start with a kiss.”Jack’s kiss was really good for a guy who had trouble pleasing girls. Then, Terry was no more interested in practicing amateur kisses than he was in buying flowers.“You do that very well, Jack,” Faith, or Mrs. Griffin, said. “Now kiss the rest of my face, everything between my hair and the collar of my blouse.”Jack did that very well, too. Faith.