After he'd shot his load we lay together, spooning and talking interspersed with him kissing the back of my neck, his hands fondling my naked buttocks...It didn't take long until he was hardening again and ready for more. As his hands skimmed over my ass I had a sudden dirty idea and when I told him he was enthusiastic for it.Which is how, within a few moments, he was spreading my butt cheeks and popping the cherry in-between. His cock had stretched my pussy, but it was nothing compared to my. "So have you set a date?" she asks."For what?" I say.Maria knows what she's talking about. "We're just dating, Mama. We don't know each other that well yet. We want to take it slow to know if we're right for each other." What's there to know?" Mama!" You're 25 now. When I was you're age I already had three children." I know, Mama, I know."Maria is unsuccessful at cutting her off. Her mother rambles on five minutes and I have a feeling Maria has heard it five million times.I try to hang by. "Fuck! What sort of fucking ponced-up name is that? And what about your friend. What're you called?" Tracey." Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least 'buttercup' means something. But when in the name of fuck did 'tracey' ever fucking mean anything. You're both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain't you? Well, you'd better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you're out. There're lotsa other women out there who'd. .. bring me..." Gifts? Because tonight is your coming out party. Or rather, yourlittle willy's coming out. Since you were nice enough to finally showthem your funny little dick, they wanted to thank you with some clever -- and useful -- presents." She turned to her visitors. "Ladies?"Each of them held out the package that she had been carrying when shearrived. Matt went around the room, unhappily aware of how his footwearmade him swish his bottom when he walked, and collected them all. .