That was like putting a sign on her back that says ‘She gives out!’ I felt bad after I mentioned it. I wish I would have kept my damn mouth shut. ...We weren’t going together but she was like my girl. I’d dated quite a few girls before her but she was different. I wasn’t sure what it was, she was no where near my first, but it felt different with her. She is the one woman I wished I had never told the guys about. A couple of months later we went to a Valentine’s Day party with a lot of the group. Her other hand was firmly pushing on my chest, pinning me further in my own bed. Every stroke I felt the burning heat from her snake-like skin warming my cock. I pleaded her to stop, but she couldn’t care less; it didn’t take long for her to climb further up, and after carefully running her index across her warm, wet opening, she aggressively rubbed her crotch against mine; she slid back and forth the length of my body, biting her lip to keep herself from groaning. It took a couple of rough. After holding the sponge under the shower I rub it around my pussy lips. My body trembles slightly as I feel my own sensitivity. I imagine you’re standing behind and me and I drop the sponge, leaving my fingers… your fingers to explore. I squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples firmly. It feels so good and I continue to massage my right breast as my right hand slips between my pussy lips and the wetness from the shower, quickly becomes the wetness inside my little love hole. My clitoris isn’t. ”“I guess that I deserve that.” She said; “I have been distracted and am sorry that I have been ignoring you. It probably would be good if we end this. I’m sorry.” With that, she walked away.About two months later, Sarah called me. “Can we try to connect again, I’m sorry it ended as it did, and I know it was my fault. Let me come to your place and take you to dinner, as a way of saying I’m sorry.I thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. We started over.She explained; “I got a new.