I’ll leave it at that,” and released my arm. The parting hug seemed even longer than usual. Needless to say, my head was swimming with “what i...s” and “what the fucks” as I left.The third session progressed differently than the first two. She seemed to linger longer on my midsection both when I was face down and on my back. Warm hands on my stomach, hips, and thighs, and more time spent on my feet, I suppose because I’d told her how good that felt. The fantasies from last week swirled in my. ”And she responds, laughing, “I-huh-I know! But it’s summer. He won’t be the love of my life. This is um ... It’s a ... Oh, c’mon! It’s a golden opportunity. Time to stop worrying.”“Sure.” Actually, I think the same, I finish the last drop of my pina colada. Warm, but still tastes nice. I embrace the moment. The sounds of breaking waves. The sounds of the beach crowd. And with this last gulp a little hiccup. ... It’s around two p.m. and, we’re on our trip to Dominic’s house. I wear a. Instead, she dragged her tongue along the cement floor, cleaning everything up. Finished, she turned her face up towards me, looking for further instructions. I'd noticed then that when I had hit her, I'd bloodied her nose a bit. The sight sent a shiver of joy up through my cock, hardening it once more. I had The Post bring a chair from against the wall to where I stood, and I sat. Again, getting down on bended knees, she started the process of coaxing my cum into her mouth, though this time. I grabbed my shaft with one hand at the base, and the top of her ass with the other and started right in. I had it at least an inch in when she finally spoke. She said something to the effect of " Wrong hole" As I pushed harder, burying my cock in her ass and asked if it was ok. As she began to speak, I began to fuck her ass slowly. She whimpered a bit, and said that it hurt. I asked again if it was ok, and although I could tell she wasn't into it, She said nothing. I kept on fucking. I went.