After dinner we went up to my room, which we were sharing, and continued to talk - by then I was able to shut up long enough to give Megan a chance to...respond. A lot of our conversation was about the boys I was dating; Megan was a big sister I could talk to without worrying about whether she'd tell my parents any secrets - unlike my real sister. In turn, Megan told me about her experiences with boys at my age; it made me feel good to know that she'd conquered the same insecurities and confusion. He took hold of my hips andthis made my bottom slap up against him with each thrust and he kept itup for a very long time. He fucked me and fucked me and any pain I feltwas soon forgotten. I wanted him to keep it going for as long as hewanted or could. Being bent over the sofa put my bottom at the perfectheight and location for him to stand and drill me over and over again.He would hold my hips or cup my bra in the front and lift me, only tohave me fall back over the sofa again. I tried to cup. She barged through the back door with only one thing on her mind. Her bulging handbag landed on the recliner seat and her keys hit the kitchen table with a thump. She passed by the stack of mail on the tiled counter without a second glance, pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor as she sped through the den.She hurried up the stairs, reaching the top winded. The bedroom door stood open. She burst through then came to a halt. Her eyes greedily took in the object of her haste. A talented woman can do that. But what sets a talented woman apart from a very talented woman is her ability to not only make the pleasure intense, but to make the pleasure last. Whether from her experience or her instinct, she knew that the longer she could postpone my orgasm, the stronger and more intense it would be. Carol worked her tongue, mouth and hand slowly, letting my pleasure build. She did not try and take all of me in her mouth, although I have no doubt that she was fully capable.