I could almost imitate it now but wouldn’t dare mock you with my shortcomings. I imitate you when I’m alone, imagining you’re with me; in me. I ...on’t have to imagine anymore. I sit up, my legs tucked behind us, settled on your hips. You start to open your eyes and I close them. “Be calm,” I say, and you sink back again. I feel your cock quiver behind me. It too knows to be patient. I use my fingers to make myself wetter as I commit your nakedness to memory. I lean and position my cunt right. We were so innocent back then we’d feel like we were living on the wild side if we had so much as a glass or two of sickly sweet cherry kirsch or peach snaps that we’d sneak from one of the parent’s bars.”She shuddered remembering how gawd-awful the stuff was, especially when they’d had too much and made themselves sick, which was why she never drank too much anymore. Then she shrugged. “To be honest, I’ve never even tried pot, though nearly everyone I know has. I was just never that. She started to move her hips sideways and finally went in a circular motion; she was going up and down, side to side and around, finding different ways to pump my body all in one motion. My cock was in heaven; this was the best ride of my life. I tilted my head back on the bed, absorbing the pleasure. I noticed at the corner of my eye that Jillian’s head was also tilted back and her eyes were also closed; no doubt fantasizing that she was fucking Matt. “O my God I love your cock!” Jillian. A larger woman that spent her dayson the stair climber at the gym. Her thighs and lower legs matched herhips and ass, subtly thicker. "Oh god, what the he-"Senator O'Neal cried out, falling to her knees. Blood dripped to thecarpet, falling freely from her nose. She trembled, leaning heavily onher hands. Sweat broke out along her hairline and a wave of nausearippled from the top of her head to her stomach. The young womanswallowed twice, fighting back the sudden, hard urge to vomit. .