” “Jack, I’m so sorry about your mom. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,” Kelly said. Like Victoria, she was wearing a black dress fo... the funeral.“We should get inside, everyone is waiting for us,” Jack’s dad said, getting out of the car. Stepping forward, Tyler held out his hand. “Mr. Owen, I’m sorry about your wife. If she’s anything like Jack, she must have been a very kind and smart woman.” With a sad smile, Harold shook the young man’s hand and thanked. I was surprised that I did not feel very guilty.Indeed, my biggest concern with Tom was a worry that he’d find my well-fucked pussy different and know some other cock had been there. I was not at all sure how he would react. And, in any case, I didn’t want to upset my perfect home life. Tom, Amy and Becca were still very special. My extra-curricular activities since Phuket had never been a reaction to any dissatisfaction at home. Yes, Timmy’s cock was bigger that Tom’s and yes, he’d given me. She was wearing a blue capry and a white top and was looking very hot that day. I had already bought a condom packet .And, the train started and we started chatting casually, waiting when it will get dark. Yes, we had already pulled on the curtains and kissed whenever we got a chance, fondled her boobs and believe me guys and girls… when you make out with the fear of getting caught (although with the minimum risk), the feeling is just amazing.. a very thrilling experience!!And finally it was. How could sex be so intense? So overwhelming? So totally beyond what Marla had ever associated with sex before? Was Marla a lesbian? She was still sure it was men she most desired. Even now, with the memory of Phillippa’s fingers and thumb so vividly imprinted on her vagina and anus, it was the image of a man and the hope of achieving similar satisfaction with one that was uppermost in her mind. ‘Elles sont belles, n’est-ce pas?’ Marla heard. ‘Pardon?’ ‘Les vagues. Elles sont très belles!’.