(Was that racist? I hoped it wasn’t racist. It was probably a little racist. Oh, well. I try to be a good guy. . . .) She was younger and had no kid...s, so she probably had no stretch marks and a super-tight pussy. Maybe I could make something of her, too.“Goodbye, all,” I said. “Thanks for coming. As it were.” Ugh. Dumb sign-off. But it was true. I’m sure most viewers blew their loads toward the end, if not before. Sick bastards.So the show was over, and we still had about 45 minutes left. I. Huddled on the floor I stripped to my underwear, desperately not wanting Julia to know, to see. Not wanting Julia to see my raging hard on.The lady had no compunctions and immediately knew my dirty little secret. "You dirty shit," she spat, "you've got a hard on haven't you?' I said nothing. "HAVEN'T YOU?" she screamed and dealt me another stinging slap. "Yes," I stammered, "yes." "STRIP!" she screamed, and I did, sitting awkwardly on the floor my cock standing erect from my crotch. "Kneel,. The gentle slap of their bodies coming together, the soft squeeze of her juicy pussy around that hard length of him as it dives into her, the delicious sensations at each long stroke exquisite, his rough hands teasing over her skin all pushing them both further and further towards release. His thrusting gaining more and more urgency, his hands now firm upon her hips, her moaning getting louder in turn, bodies quivering together as they strive for that superb release. She feels that edge. Then I tried persuading her saying that –Me: I will get a condom and you don’t need to be worried about your virginity. I already fingered you with three fingers and the feeling is the same.But she didn’t agree. Then I left it there for the night. We both cleaned up and went to our room and slept. That night, I decided that she had her second last paper tomorrow and it would be better to prepone the decision to fuck.The next day, Wednesday 12th December 2012, I brought a packet of Durex Condom.