She was better in every possible way. I discovered the titfuck with her. When I couldn't pick up girls at parties, I used to blow her up and fuck unti... I pass out. I also played dress-up with her. I even pasted the picture of a girl I used to love on her head and fuck till I was disgusted. That helped me forget and move on. I was so satisfied with Hannah I kept her around for a few years. I think I would fuck her again if I could find her for a cheap price, for nostalgia's sake.Missionary is. Liz took it in both of her hands, squeezing it, stroking it, slowly at first, but picking up the pace with each stroke as my cock grew harder. As I felt my jism starting to gather in my balls, swirling around, anxious to start it upward journey to freedom, Liz slipped one of her hands down to cup my nut sack. As Liz started squeezing and massaging my balls, I worked one, them two, and finally three fingers all the way up inside her steamy hot hole. Ramming my fingers in and out of her sopping. Still, just being this close to my long-time masturbation fantasy and reality had my hormones churning. The drive was lengthy and exhausting, but at last we arrived in Kentucky and were introduced to the family in whose home we would be staying. They seemed like great people, and I knew I would be comfortable, even though I was the lone friend invited along on the trip. Our hosts had a home on the golf course. Their residency in the neighborhood included golf privileges for them and their. What could go wrong?! I’ve always wanted to get with an older guy anyway!Next thing I knew I was standing outside his apartment. He gave me some instructions to follow when I got here. He said the door was unlocked and to let myself in. Then I should walk straight ahead and I’ll see the gloryhole. Sure enough as soon as I walked in I could see the gloryhole! It was a blue silk sheet hanging from the ceiling to the floor in the middle of a hallway. There was a nice sized hole cut into the sheet.