That drove me crazy after ten minutes, she abruptly stopped it and then turned over while letting out little giggle. It irritated me a bit and I began...to masturbate.She could hear me and was snickering just as I was about to cum and I turned her body towards me and blew a generous load onto her eyes and mouth. I could hear her gasping. She was stunned for a second and then grabbed me and munched on my scrotum. She found every curve on my cock smooched and sucked it with her pouty lips.We turned. It felt wrong, but it felt so damn good. I started to wonder, "What the hell must she be thinking?" I wondered if she thought I was nasty. I wanted to know what she was thinking. Was she enjoying this as much as I was? It was too much for me to handle. The battle in my mind, whether this was right or wrong, went on for what seemed like hours. However, it was actually only seconds. I decided to just go with the flow; it was too late to stop now, "Shit I didn't want to stop anyway." I closed my. I wanted to gain that knowledge of bodies that adults have. I also realized that I had already had so many new experiences that night that I was completely overwhelmed by them. His touch on my body, his kisses, my orgasm, the feel of his cock, the way he tasted, his cum, the intimacy of the blow job. I checked myself and realized that the late hour and all the events of the day had left me tired. “Would you be mad if we stopped now and just slept? I want to sleep on this before anything else. I was there, of course, that same evening. Don't ask me about the anguish and the sweat. I was there. So was she. And she beat me 6 love, 6 - 3. Those three games were only because she pitied me.Afterwards, she sipped from her fruit shake. "Sorry, Bruce," she said. "I was nosey. But I couldn't bear seeing you like that, week after week after week. You must have gone through hell."I watched her and something broke. For the next half hour I spilled the whole story. Once I started, I couldn't.