Within the space of an eye-blink, the only thing that was nestling into Hannah’s hollow were my balls.“Oooof!” she gasped as she was filled. Her...breath rushed into my face.I learned a lot of things that day. One of them is that, while teenagers may not know how to make love, instinct tells them how to fuck just fine. I had jabbed into her four or five times before she reacted by grabbing the skin of my chest with her fingers. During the night she’d grown razors on the edges of her fingernails. She continued it and we kissed again. This time both of our kisses were so passionate that our tongues got in to fight.I asked her to blow me but she had reservation about it. I told her again to do it and she bent her body and put her head closer to my dick. She grabbed my dick and then just kissed on its head. I understood that I have to teach her about this. So I asked her to pull back my foreskin which she did immediately.She looked like a super nerd who doesn’t want to disappoint her. At that moment the only thing I could think of was Why I had taken so long to do this? The touch of her soft skin, her warmth, her smell… I stopped for a moment and looked into her eyes. Her dark brown eyes were glowing, half open, curious, trying to understand what was going on in my head. Her cheeks were still red and she was panting. I decided to risk a little, test my limits. Without taking my eyes of hers, I started caressing the side of her belly, rising slowly over her ribs and resting. Sarah resisted for a brief moment, Tom felt her stiffen, but then she seemed to ignite her flame. She knew that as soon as she started down this path there was no turning back. No more “Good Wife”. Tom was kissing her feverishly, passionately, their tongues locked in battle. He had her blouse pulled out of her shorts, and ripped open to expose her black lace bra, holding her wonderful breasts. Sarah knew each move, each kiss, pulled her farther toward that road of no return. Tom knew he wanted.