Evidently we were very different personalities and we were still getting along quite well. We exchanged numbers and we went home. Next day she sent me...the pictures that I had clicked from her camera and remarked “you’re good with your equipment.” and laughed. Knowing how smart and humorous she is, I replied, “Technically, I was good with YOUR equipment.” and we both started laughing. We talked about how we just ended up being in each other’s comfort zone straight away which isn’t the case. She already has more clothes than the rest of my previous girlfriends put together!I agreed but said if I win, she had to submit to an evening of whatever I wanted, no questions asked. She agreed saying that there was no way I could stay off the bike in the middle of the summer for one month.Needless to say I parked the bike and by the 3rd week she was starting to sweat the results. I just smiled and continued to plot my weekend with the soon to be slut.The month passed and she could not. He was fucking me very fast and squeezing my milk jugs very hard.After continuous fucking for more than 2 minutes, he said that he is going to cum. Yes, after so long, I would finally feel what it feels like to a wife who gets banged and cummed inside every day; I would finally feel what it feels is when people make babies. Suddenly, his ass tightened and his penis ejaculated another batch of warm seed over and over into my sloppy wet pussy. My pussy drank the whole batch up and squeezed every. Was he long or short, cut or un-cut, thick or thin? As the telephone conference droned on in the background I paid less and less attention to the participants and I began wondering if he was still a virgin or if he had already learned how to make love, well at his age it wasn't making love it was just fucking. Just why I was thinking about this young boy's cock and his love life was beyond me yet I couldn't get the image out of my mind. My eyes followed him as he moved about the office and I.