You crawl forward above me until your face is looking down at mine. I tangle my fingers in your hair as you come down to kiss me. You reach your hand ...own, and I can feel you grip my dick. You stroke me up and down a few times before guiding it towards you. You rub the head against your pussy, and I moan into your lips.I try to say, “please,” but you force your tongue into my mouth to silence me as you rub me against you. Finally, you position my tip towards your entrance and you slowly sit. Telling me, I can't last, my cum tastes like coffee grounds, I shouldn't reproduce and probably can't because one weekend with this guy did the trick and she was pregnant... "WHAT?!" I shouted.Well, I knew it was more than over. I felt like shit for long time after that. Then fast forward 15 years, we run into each other in a grocery store.I was perfectly content with walking by, but she needed the 411 on my life and to dish on hers. Well, my k** is a Sophomore in High School and...." blah blah. "Das ist so falsch", stöhnte ich. "Das ist nicht richtig.." und ich entließ eine Wortsalve der Reue, doch mit ihr wurde ich immer schneller und fordernder und ohne zu fragen, kam ich sehr schnell in ihr...Die restliche Zeit streichelte ich sie, Ingrid blieb passiv, ließ mich machen, doch ich hörte and ihrem zurückhaltenden Stöhnen, dass sie nicht zufrieden war. Am Tag darauf spürte ich immer wieder ihre Hand, wie sie mein Stoßen versuchte zu leiten, bestimmte mit einem Griff zurück an meinen. She was skinny, blond, big tits. I could see why she was so popular. I reached down and adjusted my own tits to sit better in my burgundy tank. “That’s right. Show those girls off,” Courtney said as she reached out and playfully squeezed my breasts. It was at that point I realized I wanted to let her touch me more. We decided to grab drinks at her work to start. The Redskins were playing the Cowboys at 4 pm and it was a decent place to watch sports. Plus, there were always hot boys.