She was mad at him and she was mad at herself at the same time. Of course he was right: she was a woman now. And she was proud of this.She wanted the ...omantic seduction and she wanted to be handled like a ‘real woman’, not like a c***d. Her feelings were in a turmoil. She wasn’t sure, what was right, so many of his arguments sounded right. But she didn’t want to give in too.They almost had a fight and finally they departed, both of them grumpy. Irene had to do some work at home and this was a. She was glad and irritated in the same moment to have the asshole’s fingertips rotating on her bud in its needy wetness; perhaps Christina was experiencing the same mix of emotion, although she had a feeling that the sweet slut was giving herself over to the experience with less ambivalence. “Come on,” the teacher urged in her anger, as Josh spun his fingers like a deejay at twin decks. “Show us what a fucking artist you are.”It had been meant as sarcasm, but the dirty fucker knew how to touch. I had slipped -- almost fallen -- into her and followed her instructions to "start bouncing" with such dispatch that I had come in about 30 seconds, to the relief of both of us. I had emerged from the closet only minutes after I had entered, and there had certainly been no preliminaries or follow-up petting.Other than that, I had a lot more fantasy experience than real life. I had seen a blowjob in the fuck video at my friends, but none of the girls I had fingered had done anything more than. Some how seeing what she perceived as another person sharing her experience made things better, more normal and acceptable, even if it was her own reflection. Barney stopped thrusting altogether then turned and dismounted. Julie was tugged backward.“Barney stay! STAY!” she pleaded half crawling half sliding on the floor behind him.Julie was able to grab one of his back legs and then the other, holding him firmly but he was still pulling against her. His cock was gushing hot seed into her.