I found myself wishing I could have had him when I was a lot younger. I would rather have had a man making me cum than my fingers fumbling around and ...I definitely would rather have given Gene my virginity than the idiot I let pop my cherry.Gene hammered my little pussy in missionary position until I’d cum at least ten times and definitely screamed his name more than once when he made me cum. It was almost like I could read his mind. He was making me cum “for” him because it got him excited to. "No, it's fine. I don't care anyway," I said, thinking."Really? That's cool," Katrina said, then sat on the edge of her bed facing me. "It was really shitty—Molly doing Russell without asking you if it was okay. You know?" Yeah. Shitty." I mean, especially without asking." She was sitting there, waiting. Katrina had cute, honey blonde hair that she wore short, just off her shoulders. When she was nervous she twirled a finger in it."What?" Well, I was thinking. If you're done with him, and I'm. ‘Before I finish setting you up, I want to ask you if you felt anything strange earlier when you got on the horse,’ queried Martin. ‘Aren’t we supposed to quiet like in Church or something? What do you mean, something strange?’ ‘The Nuymeans just cared about the proper respect to the gods. We aren’t doing anything they would have found objectionable from what I know of them.’ Martin continued, ‘What were you thinking around the time the horse activated?’ Sue thought for a moment, ‘I don’t know,. “Look, it’s not like you can completely avoid me for the rest of my time here you know. It’s okay, I wasn’t really that offended, I mean—you’re a young man and, it was early in the morning and men usually wake up with…those…type of things.” She chuckled a bit and smiled and walked over and sat right next to me on my bed. “It’s no biggie, okay?” she reassured. I felt better and my embarrassment began to leave. I looked at her big brown eyes and nice plump lips and felt some comfort. I began.