Needless to say I was hooked. I never wanted him to come out of me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so m...ch pleasure a person can take. Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: try to imagine a time when you had to urgently go to the toilet to move your bowels, or, alternatively, when you were full with an big enema. You had to desperately hold it. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, but I was enjoying every second of this and didn’t want it to stop. She broke for air, and asked if I would join her in the bedroom. I jumped up and followed her to her bedroom and she pushed me onto the bed. She took my boots off and then took hers off also. She climbed between my legs and pushed them open, which hiked my dress up near my hips. She said, “What kind of surprise do we have down here?” and started rubbing my crotch. My cock was already. I entered their house and Poornima was in the centre room cutting some vegetables. She has had a fresh bath and the nice fragrance of shampoo in the air. Her fingers were cute and feminine with well polished nails. She wore a lot of bangles, being newlywed, and most of them were gold. Her hand held the knife very comfortably and the vegetable was being cut rhythmically.I straight away asked her where the magazine is. She told me it’s there in their bed room which is adjacent to the room she is. "Do you really mean it? Are you really going out with me?" as he smiled."Yes, Jim, I'll go out with you," I said, "but no funny business."We started dating regularly. We started making out. He would kiss me and I started letting him fondle me outside of my clothes. I was falling head over heels for him but never wanted to show it. After a few months he started rubbing my breasts inside my clothes. I knew we were going to be getting intimate so I made an appointment at the doctors to get some.