But she doesn`t stop there but goes down into my pants. We did hand stuff before, but that was it, because she was a virgin. This time was different�... She starts unzipping my pants and takes out my belt. As she intends to take my manhood between her beautiful lips, I stop her. I stroke her cheeks and hair and look down again in her goddess eyes and say:Are you sure about this H.? You`re not gonna regret it in the morning?H: I know I won’t! I`m ready… And I wanna show you how much you mean to me.. " Hey," I started to say, but lips met mine silencing me. The lips were soft, and I could feel no sign of mustache or razor stubble. A woman? I couldn't tell. Strong hands, but oh those lips; and the scent of roses again. I tried to stop thinking of the lips as belonging to man or woman and just enjoy them. The kisses started strong then became feather-light, drawing me forward to hang from my arms, straining towards lips that always seemed just a little too far away, and threatening my balance. This was no girlie mag picture or fuzzy internet clip, this was the real thing. She had thick brown curly hair across the top which led to a wonderful bright pink slit with a little hard bump at the top. I looked and took it in and I saw the sides twitch as she tensed and I saw the fluid oozing from her in slick strings and little globules and I sank my mouth over it and tasted her saltiness as I thrust my tongue as far as I could inside her. She smelt and tasted wonderful and I couldn’t get. Jim hadn't realized how big his boy had grown -- if he didn't watch out Kay would be taking that prick in her mouth soon. That thought created a swoon in him and he felt his heart beating rapidly. Next week. Next week. The next time. But for now... Kay was on him now, devouring his prick, sucking sucking. He fucked up into her mouth and then flipped her over and plunged into her soaking cunt."Fuck me Jim," she cried, still hot with mother-fucking passion, "give me your prick, I need it.".