So he had, years, decades, centuries ago. The experience between had driven the question from his mind.“Well ... Sometimes...” How could he say th...s? “Sometimes, her first time hurts a girl.”“First time?” A long pause. “You know, you’re a good lover, even a thoughtful lover, but you’re awfully egotistical.”“Why?” Better to get this out than to let it fester into another multi-year grudge.“Because a woman says no to you doesn’t necessarily, in absolutely all cases, without any possible. I'm as stiff as a board already," Randy said excitedly, his balls burning with desire for his mother."I wouldn't be surprised, boys. It's been three days since we had our last little fling! We were awfully rushed last time, weren't we, boys? As I remember, you darling boys both shot off your wads in my hands just before your father came home from work. He came in just a second or two after you zipped up your pants. I had to tell him your cum was a new hand lotion I was trying," Angela. She felt herself blush under his green gaze, mostly because she was imagining his beautiful mouth on her throbbing clit. Brittany walked up then and gave Cade a cool look with her mossy green eyes. Brittany thought that this could not possibly be a coincidence. She had the feeling that her sister had known that her best friend’s husband would be here. She didn’t blame her sister really, the guy was seriously hot. He was almost six feet tall, shaved head, and deliciously masculine and muscular.. “Go ahead, Kaitlin. What do you mean he’s a liar? Why does it matter?” “Well,” she said, now looking only at me, “it matters because lying is wrong. And because it wasn’t easy for me to let him touch me like that. And because I thought he was nice and that he liked me.” “Okay,” I said, neutrally. “What do you two do?” “He got on top of me, between my legs with that thing – she pointed at his cock – and he kept going until he had an orgasm.” “He raped you?” I asked, appalled. “Well, no, we had.