After a week on the farm (and sometimes in the middle of the week) I'd go up town and pick up a girl and take her back there for a night of mutual lus.... It was great. Living the dream. Well, a young man's dream.“Then one weekend, I picked up this girl at a club; she was a student like you, maybe even a bit younger, and of course I invited her back to the flat. She was young and cute and very willing, and I couldn't wait to get her back there to suck her and fuck her and generally have some. It had been more like rolling along within a thunderstorm than anything else she knew of. The touch, scent and taste of Jamie had driven her almost insane with pleasure and even now, exhausted as she still was, she thought it would only take one move from the boy for her to give herself over to him all over again. Jamie on the other hand had much deeper worries on his mind right then. When he’d collapsed that previous night he’d thought he’d never get used to all this. All of his new abilities. In all my years experiences of fucking I can,t say I,ve ever had a Bad fuck. After all the old saying goes “A Bad Cigar is a Poor Smoke, But Nad Pussy,s Still Good!” Remains true. Some pussy Isn,t so wonderful and some is pure magic! Of course pussy with wife Sarah has encompassed all aspects! When either or both of us were tired or not quite in the right mood then fucking could be a chore, but when we were both fully fit and ready our fucks were legendary! I must admit the fuck with Oona came. As I was getting even harder, the guy from a few rows away got up and started to walk towards the back of the theatre, undoing his belt as he went. As he walked, he opened the buttons of his fly, so by the time he had reached me it was completely open. I could clearly see his hard cock beneath his boxer shorts. There was a wet patch just at the tip so he was obviously pretty horned up.He pulled down the waist band of his boxers, letting his lovely hard cock spring out. It was a good seven.