Semptember nineteenth. I didn’t buy you anything, so I’m sorry about that.” “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.” “Well, th...re’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms around me and rubbing my back gently. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the lips, and that was enough to nearly drive me insane. I could feel myself getting wet, and I carefully picked her up. Not breaking our kissing, I. I bought the bike and rode it back quickly to show my mom my new bike.I opened the door to our house .. running in and out of every room shouting her name .And then suddenly she came rushing down stairs .. I will never forget that day ..She was wearing a white , kinda low cut round see through tank top and not wearing anything underneath ,She kept on running my way and my eyes are looking towards here .. noticing something new about her breasts ... and i cant even look away .She finally came. Finally I felt it begin."OHHHH... !" I wailed with extreme rapture. "I AM CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNING... !"The very moment, I felt his body becoming stiff. He lunged forward forcing his cock into my deepest recess and began spurting inside my hungry pussy. He remained motionless as his cock squirted his load into me. His cum splashed across my cunt muscles, causing my head to spin with unfathomable pleasure.My body was shaking with the excitement, his spurting cock was imparting into my loins.. I also mentioned that K was a self-proclaimed slut. I don’t care for that term to describe women who enjoy sex, it’s derogatory, but it really turned K on when I called her that. K’s life didn’t start with me and over the years we were together she shared the stories of several sexual experiences she enjoyed before we met. Those experiences are why she proclaimed herself a slut. And I feel her story and sexual experiences are very much worth telling. I hope you agree.K was the eldest of 3.