I grinned inwardly as I saw it struggle not to commit the rudeness of shifting away from me. I took pity on it and slid over a bit. My regret at the l...ss of its warmth on my leg surprised me.I started again. "You are pretty, and desirable, and I am sorry not to be keeping you. But I cannot, and the reason I don't want to use you for 'relief' is that I must return you undamaged, still a virgin." (That, and not knowing where to start, I thought, but was certainly not going to say.)For some. I whisper to her, "Gina, I love your tits" and she pushes them into my face. She undoes my trousers and takes out my cock out gasping ‘Oh Wow !!!!’ as she holds its rigid form in her cool hand. Gina starts to pull at it, I kiss her mouth in encouragement and my hand caresses her naked breast flicking the nipple with my thumb. She feels herself getting damp and knows that she wants that cock. Being hard makes me feel good. My hand pulls up her skirt, I explore her swollen pussy through the. On the next day they had a very nice tour through the city. It were hours of laughter and joy, and as they had been walking for hours and they were both starving, they decided to go have dinner together. John was insisting to invite Amy to a nice Italian restaurant, but Amy had a better idea. She still had some wild deer filet in the fridge and she was quite a good chef and saw no reason why to pay a whole lot of money when she was able to do an equal meal at home, so she invited John to be her. “Okay kids! Dinner is ready!” Mom yells up the stairs. Brandon and I step out of our respective rooms and start to head down the stairs. I’m ahead of him and I can feel his eyes bore into the back of my head. “How do you feel?” he whispers. “I feel as if I just got fucked.” I smile and whisper back. “Thanks for cooking dinner mom!” I say as I grab a plate and start loading it with mom’s homemade lasagna. “Well, you look certainly hungry. How was softball practice earlier?” “It was great. I got.