"Whadda ya doin' in bed this time of day?"I shrugged and tried to pinch off another dribble of urine through conscious effort while maintaining a face...as calm as the corpse I could easily become. "I work nights. I have to sleep sometime."The twitching became a flutter, not unlike the wings of a hyperactive butterfly with its feet caught in an Okefenokee swamp sundew. Suspicion dripped from his voice with the annoying predictability of a leaking faucet at three in the morning. "On a Saturday?"I. I guess I was one of the lucky ones.Angela listened in avid silence as I described it all. When I finished, she snuggled against me and said,"She was a very nice girl, this Astrid."I could only agree. "What about you," I asked.She sighed. "Once upon a time, there was this little, fat Estonian girl." Fat? Surely not!" Don't interrupt! This is my story. As I was saying, there was this little, well, chubby Estonian girl. When she was eleven, her breasts started to grow. When she was fifteen, they. Something that truly belonged, but is now vacant. As I was coming down from my orgasmic high, I suddenly felt that a part of tonight was gone forever. A small frown replaced the expression of fulfillment and pleasure. Then it hit me. I had just experienced something new and way outside my comfort zone. It was something that I feared just hours ago as I was getting ready to fool my friends. It was the pleasure of experiencing what a woman experiences with their mate. It is the experience of a. I would ram into her so hard.I licked my lips and then I pushed my dick into her cunt. I shuddered at the heat that engulfed my cock. Her silky twat spread over me. This amazing bliss swept through me. I groaned, loving every moment of it. I went deeper and deeper into her.“Oh, my god, that’s good,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing.” Her face contorted in delight. “I love it.”“Good,” I groaned and bottomed out my dirty dick in her snatch.Her pussy clenched around me. She slid her hands.