"I mean, like wow."She beamed. That's just what she wanted to hear."Oh, honey," she said. "You don't think I'm getting too old or too fat?" she asked,...playing a refrain from every woman's worst fears.She had model-good looks, long curly red hair, and the perfect body and the kind of face that made men fall hard. Thousands had seen, many had pursued, some had even tasted of her sweet charms, but in the end, she was all mine."Do you like it, Phil?" she asked. "I was walking through the mall and. It's easy to be a good student when you don'thave a life.Mom said Sister Delano suggested that I begin writing a daily journalof my personal experiences, so here goes. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving,and I have much to be thankful for: I have to put on a dress every dayand go to a Catholic school. I am counting the days until my fathercomes back from Japan for Christmas and puts an end to this madness.Mom just told me that Grandma Huhn and Aunt Edie are driving up fromOmaha for the holiday. I was so. I just kept going and going. Kelly just kept cumming and cumming.I finally lost count of her orgasms after six. After a particularly massive one, Kelly asked me to stop. I did while she caught her breath. Since the back was open, I suggested we get out and have her bend over the back of my car. She readily agreed. We got out, kissed momentarily, then she turned around and bent over. There was something about that woman. I was still rock hard.I entered her slippery wet pussy. The wettest that I. Just wow. There’s no other word for it. Before it was just sex, and even though we love each other, we had never actually made love. Our movements are slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of each other. As I kiss her, I can feel the heat rising, and that’s not all. Under the sheets, we play footsie and above the sheets we kiss, passionately, barely stopping to draw breath. My hand slowly, teasingly inches its way down Nicole’s body, and we gravitate closer together. Our kiss deepens and we.