Why was I hesitating? What second thoughts hindered my passion now? Sure, she was the last person I expected to be kissing in my living room, but that...was because she was so far from attainable. Hell, I thought she was completely straight, until about a minute ago. We were chatting about pointless things, relationship things... Subtext-y things, I thought, smiling. And the next thing I knew, she was giving me a comforting hug and I was asking if I could kiss her. Now, though, she was the one. She moaned happily and shivered withpleasure. She felt hot sticky cream leaking from hercunt and moistening her pussy. She was all ready tofuck again, and this time she wasn’t going to bebashful about it.After all, wasn’t Chuck the perfect solution to herproblems? She needed sex desperately, yet she didn’twant to saddle the boy with a stepfather. Very well,let Chuck give her the loving she needed. Then they’dboth be happy. It all began to make perfect sense tothe. I could feel the cool breeze flow in from the window and caress my skin, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body. I smiled and laid on my stomach, my head facing the window. My wet reddish brown curly hair moving a little. I like to dry off this way after a shower, It’s invigorating! My mind started to drift and before I knew it I had fallen into a peaceful sleep then I started to dream about you again. I can never see your face clearly. It’s always kind of blurry. But I know it’s you. Slowly, hed pull out almost completely, and repeat the motion over and over. I felt a little sore each time the ridge of the head of his cock passed my torn hymen, but that minor soreness compared to the emotional joy, and physical pleasure of his grinding against my clitoris, plus feeling him inside me made it seem minimal. Like I said, I had felt much worse. He had a good rhythm going, and honestly, my mind was gone lost somewhere in pure physical bliss. Ronnie reached one hand above him,.