“Yes,” I said, “we fucked.” “How many times?” “Twice, I believe,” I answered. “Tell me about that,” Wendy’s face was wide-eyed,...childlike. We went back to the sewing room. She locked the door and turned the lamp off. I didn’t argue about the light. In the dark she found the coverlet and spread it out on the floor, then turned to me to be held. We kissed and I stroked her back for what seemed like a lifetime. She was still tense but there was an overriding desire that eventually surfaced. She. Ten miles down the motorway I took the familiar turn off to the secluded spot where i was hoping to meet a cd admirer or two.As I pulled in I was disappointed to see that mine was the only car in the vicinity but of course this meant i could do a spot of preparation while I waited.My pussy and cock are always shaved smooth as are my legs as wearing stockings is a requirement at this secluded spot.After all who would want to ladder a pair of soft sheer hold ups anyway?Out came my favourite dildo. I'm close."I hadn't even touched my dick but I found myself close to cumming. He pounded harder. His dick kept grazing my prostate constantly.The buildup became unbearable. My dick exploded with a sudden impact. John just bottomed out. My prostate moved against his dick. The cum shot onto the couch. I cried out in pleasure and realised I was having the most erotic out of body experience I've ever had.I felt John kissing my back and neck. He stayed on me until I was done then he pulled his dick. It was not as strong as the first one but it still felt good. After that, I just laid in bed for a bit.Then I again did not do as you asked. On Friday, I had been really tense. I knew that I needed an orgasm bad. After my dad had left to go out, I got up and went to get my vibrator. I laid back down on the couch and started to play and read my magazine. I was very aroused. I slowly built myself up. When I knew that I was close, I slipped the vibrator into my jeans and rubbed it tight against.