"Oh yes!" she moaned, as I continued to move deeper into her, a little at a time, until I could feel her cervix against the head of my cock."I feel so...full," Clare whispered in a dreamy voice."Are you ready to proceed?" I asked."Yes, but slowly. I want to enjoy this feeling for a long time." Oh yes, Sweet Clare! Long, slow strokes to begin with," I told her, as I kissed her again, and began to move in her. It wasn't long before Clare started to move under me, as the feelings built up in her,. ”Her hands slowly moved away, and her pussy was exposed for the first time to the gaze of a man. She blushed wondering, “Will he still like me after I behave this way.”He slowly spread her legs marveling at the smoothness of her thighs and the lovely indentation at the apex formed by the V of her legs. He loved her darker skin and thought how different it was from the paleness he was accustomed to.Gently he brushed the skin of her inner thighs with gentle strokes staying away from the treasure. The look on her face was kind of sad and I had a gut feeling that something happened. Before the guy left, she said ask him to go and take a shower!! which he had never done in our house before and she had never asked me to ask him that. After he left, has not talked to me or called me in almost a year, we used to talk regularly. She came to me once after few months of that incident and told me that she is depressed and she doesn't know how she feels. I confronted her several times about that. Now I should mention that my parents and my older brother were not at home that night. My older brother was away at college. My parents were in Los Angeles for an annual benefit dinner at my Dad's company, something they went to every year. This was only the second year they'd trusted me enough to remain home alone for the three days they were gone instead of shipping me to my grandmother's. I was ripe with freedom and hornier than I ever remembered being in my life. As alcohol tends to do, my.