”She paused for a moment. The phallus wasn’t very big, about like two fingers, she pressed into me. I could feel my sphincter relaxing under her...gentle but steady pressure; I could feel her slide up my rectum until she found that spot.She pumped me slowly until I started rocking back to meet her, matching her calm rhythm. She was touching that spot, I started shaking. She stopped pumping and held me by the hips, only moving back and forth an inch or two, rubbing me inside, enflaming me. . He knelt at the bottom of the stairs and ran his hands up her legs, her calves and upper thighs. He just wanted to worship her. He knew now that he had been missing out on such a wonderful love while he was concentrating on his girlfriend. He didn’t want anyone else except the vision that was standing in front of him. “Mom, you look so beautiful, and I will never look at any other woman again, that I can promise you,” he breathed softly. He led her down the stairs and sat her on the Lounge and. Her parents wouldn't let her talk on the phone, so we sent a lot of letters back and forth. Her final letter to me was a postcard with a quote from an Eagles song. Of course, I should have known that she was already gone.I was starting to think there might be something wrong with me.It occurred to me that I was at a college, surrounded by ten thousand co-eds, and not a single one of them knew my name. I tried to change that. There was this girl that lived in the same dorm tower that I did, and. Last week she asked me if I would clear out her garage of years of accumulated rubbish, so I hired a van and went over to her house. It was a very warm day so I wore my shorts. When I arrived she greeted me with a kiss as usual and said, “I love your shorts, they make you look sexy, lovely legs”. I thanked her for the complement and was ushered into the garage where a mountain of rubbish had been piled up. “Now all this stuff here has to go sweetheart, I‘ll leave you to sort it out while I make.