He did not want to pressure her into sex, but he had needs. It was better if they just called it quits.Becky was stunned. She could not come on to him...now; it would seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that protected her from the world, or herself.Peter left. She. .with another man so she moved to florida and took thier kid with her. I felt bad for him but he didn't seem to mind.A few hours later after talking about why he did it, he noticed a bulge in my jeans (he was very graphic in his descriptions) and so he asked me if i was gay. At first i was a little embaressed but i admitted that i was, by then he had already taken off his jeans and was standing in front of me with just a pair of white boxers on, with his 8 Inch cock poking out from the top he. I began to spread this beautiful collection of treasure on the floor, and stood up to gaze at it. I got so nervous that I had problems to which point I should start on my new job. The small pink panty, at the beginning, was kind of miniature. I took the black silk thongs out of the bag, plus some other panties, simple and unadorned too. Just the panties showing in front of me made me have a hard on the spot, so I stripped off my clothes quickly, ready for the good jerk off. I began by. I could feel the cum filling the rubber, the heat of it, heard the squishiness, felt and smelled our sweat together as I moaned and writhed, begged him to fuck me more.Thrust, pump, jerk back, thrust. He slammed into my pussy, jetting out more wads of cum with each drive to the hilt up my twat.He let down on top of me, his long, fat cock still up me, all the way, throbbing, flexing."Ummmmmnh, oh yeah, so good," I moaned. "Pull it out, let me suck you, taste your cum, clean your beautiful cock.".