"Damn bitch, you're tight. You sure you been fucked before?" I was concentrating too hard to answer, instead focusing my attention on letting him push...deeper. Which, thank God, he did. Making short, but sure, progress he pushed deeper and deeper, pausing only to let me catch my breath. 
"How does that feel?" Words went through my mind -- impossible, perfect, complete -- but all I could do was moan approvingly. And with that I felt him pull back until only his head remained inside of me, pause. I had finally scratched an itch that she had had between her legs since she was twelve years old. She begged me to fuck her ever day, every hour, and every minute of the day after that. She said that from now on her body belonged to me. All I could do was thank her, kiss her back, and splash cold water on her to get the rest of the suds off her body.We got out of the stream and carried our clothes back to my cabin. I knew right then that one bed would be no problem…clothes wouldn’t be either.. .."Now, see how much easier that is? Let's see what we can do to get the old juices flowing, shall we?" ... Is he laughing at me? ... I know how to do this ... I was fucking before you were born kid!...And that was the last time in her life that Maureen Morrison ever thought of her daughter's boyfriend as a kid. Using all the tricks Marty had taught him, in a few minutes he had shown a greater knowledge of female anatomy then her husband had ever done in almost 20 years. Later on Peter was. So I called up my friend and was told that these men were his family friends and were new In the city and they didn't book hotels and my friend was out and would return the next day noon. So he requested me to let them stay in my house just for the night... and I agreed.I ushered them in and they sat down on the sofa... I was moving to the kitchen when one of them called me and said they have brought something for me... I was surprised.The gift was nothing but a bottle of contraceptive pills....