When we did fuck, it was spectacular. Her hot little pussy made me feel so good. I came fast but was able to stay hard and we often fucked four or fiv... times a night, once even seven. We limited that to two to three nights post period to be as safe as possible. Despite her excellent blowjobs, the relationship became stale by spring. She was invited to join the local traveling softball team and had accepted. That became the final straw and we broke up. Not long after, I was leaving work one. ’ She’d only ridden in Derek’s SUV once before. It had a stick shift which impressed her because she’d never learned to drive standard, and he also drove exuberantly, fast but not stupid. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘To a little restaurant out in the country.’ ‘But it’s only 10:00 in the morning!’ ‘We’re going to take a walk first.’ ‘But I’m wearing heels.’ ‘We can walk barefoot.’ They drove along silently, but companionably, each deep in their own thoughts. About 30 minutes out of town, Derek pulled. I’m gonna fuck your throat, and drown you in cum. Yeah that’s it. Use that tongue. Cover that tongue with my foreskin and lick that big head of my manmeat. Grrrrrrrr. You are one fine cock sucker. You got a nice throat and I like the way you take it all and not gag. Shows me you are a well-trained Boy. You know how to suck a man’s cock.”His hot talk was driving me wild. I was enjoying the way he was taking control of my throat and using it as he wished. He also knew how to skull fuck. He would. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing that's differentalready. I have to remember that, though, later on. Because the angercomes back and you can get mad at things that you've forgotten havealready been resolved.In the end, I guess the big lesson I learned is that it's not Marcia'sfault, or mom's fault. It's not my fault or even my birth mom's fault.It's not really anyone's fault. Accidents happen. We're all human. Buteven knowing that doesn't heal everything. It's like if you break.