His hand went to the back of my head forcing me down the shaft. With it buried in my throat I forced my tongue out trying to get to his balls, I felt ...im shudder. One hand stayed behind my head, the other went under my chin. He began using my mouth like a fuck toy, working me up and down his cock. I knew what he wanted, he wanted to gag or choke me. He failed on both. I've had much bigger men try but with no gag reflex they are disappointed. He went on an impressive amount of time. At some. " It's not the same anymore is it?" No." I said, and I couldn't help it, I was starting to cry.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Can't get used to losing you||||||||||||||||||||||||||||That feeling of rejection after the indifference of Lisa's responsedidn't go away. I was, I suppose, the epitome of a hopeless romantic(although I preferred "new romantic" as the term then was), offering moremelodrama than a Bette Davis movie and moping round the house like a fartin a. Then in one grab i held both her breasts over chudidar and started pressing them. She stared to enjoy that and held my head near her breast…she held it tightly and started kissing me. Now I kept my hands inside her chuddar and found her bra strips’ lifted her chuddar to her breast.slowly i lifted her bra aswell. Now she is helping me in removing her bra in just a moment those two big melons or mangoes are out challenging me whether I can win over them.I went to right breast and started moving. Danced with one of them and figured the two others would run blocking on her. after few drinks and a slow dance or two I got hard on when she rubbed her body against me. How about we go out side where its cooler, sure lets go. In the parking lot we kissed and messed around. I was 17 and she was about 24. What do you do and where you live. She told me of groceries store in a small town. She had graduated HS and planned for collage. work made it easy to not leave town. I got my hand down her.