I don’t know who’d upset him, but he was taking it out on my backside. I was crying quite a lot by the time I got the 40th stroke and my pussy was...really throbbing. At the same time I could feel my juices flowing and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I had an orgasm. The last 5 strokes all landed on my clit and by the end it felt as big as Jon’s dick. No sooner than Jon had given me the 50th stroke he was stood in between me and was pumping into me like a steam engine. I came again just as. I started the story with her in mind, but didn’t get far. But I still dedicate this to the beautiful person she is inside and out.Oddly enough it was a chat with another woman on a chat board and things that she would like to do that spurred Me to write the story. She lives very far away from Me and we will very likely never ever meet. So it was with her in mind that I wrote this.I have a second part is mind, it would have more sex in it, this has very little depends how badly this gets roasted. Emma really did not want to deal with him then, but he did bring exciting news about the special one-hundred-dollar bills. The valuation found that instead of the five-thousand of the face value of the fifty bills, they were worth one-thousand to three-thousand dollars each. All totaled it added another $100,000 to her mother’s piggy bank. Those fifty bills were equal to the other one-thousand bills, giving her bank account from her mother’s diligence of $200,000.All horded by her mother. . I guess the best place to start is at the beginning; my first gay experience. It was 1998, I was 23 years old, and he was around the same age. We met online and hit it off. Camera phones weren’t yet available and digital cameras were expensive. We described ourselves and liked what we read. He was 6’1”, slim build, brown hair, and blue eyes. He wasn't sure of his cock size. He had never measured, but estimated it to be 7.50”-7.75”. For the record, I was 5’10”, 140lbs (currently 155lbs), black.