The warm, rough palm of his handon the the underside of my breast felt good actually. He squeezed a fewtimes and roughly pinched a nipple. I could bar...ly keep still butdidn't want to release his neck.Finally he kissed me again, driving his tongue as deeply as possibleand I sucked it in eagerly, no longer afraid. A hot lump bumped mystomach, reminding me of my mission. When he pushed a leg between mineslightly, forcing the lump against my flat front, it felt so good Isighed. It would be so. I was 18 years old and I wanted to be a punk. I wanted to be a punk and I wanted to get laid. Everyone I knew claimed to have been living the carnal life for at least the past two years. My best friend Janice – this kooky black girl with spiked hair and a delicate little stud in her nose (years before this was fashionable) – said she did it when she was 14. My only vaguely sexual experience so far had been a quick snog with Bethny Dochertys over-weight brother Gary. This didnt quite live up to. They got their license, and were married two days later. She had been renting a furnished apartment, so all she had to move was her clothes and a few other things. When I got there, they had, I was told, been discussing her educating me when I got old enough. They had already been married for a while, and we had met her several times. Mom and Dad didn't know about her past. They REALLY liked her. Mom told us she was glad Grandad had found someone to make him so happy." I stayed with them 'till. When you do, I want you to cum in my pussy and I want to cum with you. I want us to cum together,” she said. Pam made it clear that she was in charge and Dave was having too much fun already to want to argue.“That sounds good to me!” he said. He leaned back to enjoy more of what her mouth was doing for him.After a few minutes of slowly sucking him and experimenting with his cock in different ways, she took it out of her mouth and held it between her breasts.Dave immensely enjoyed everything.