" Really? Tell me."***Michael walks all the way to Maria's house, and then waits nervously on her doorstep, trying to think of what to say. He feels r...eally uncomfortable about all this, but at the same time, he can't go on not knowing the truth. He was willing to accept what she told him before, but he needed to know the whole story. There must be a deeper meaning to why she would do all this, he thought. He just can't accept that she would do all of this randomly.He takes a deep breath, and. My previous boyfriend was barely that long when fully hard. And he had no clue how to use even that to pleasure me.So to have that much cock in my hands, attached to a man who knows how to use his beautiful equipment to absolutely devastating orgasmic effect upon me - well, that’s a true joy, and a real treat for me. I’m grateful every day for my Ted. I began to slowly stroke my still-soft Ted in my soapy hands, under the shower spray. Slow up-stroke. Slow down-stroke. Putting all my love for. I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine while stroking me again. After a minute he ran his hand just as gently down the side of my tittie and underneath to cup it. That felt almost as good as it had last night with Cindy. I gave her a quick frightened look, was she upset? No, she still looked only curious. The other girls looked on with expressions varying from amusement to vague boredom.I don't know when Mindy moved her hand, but the feather-light touch of his left hand on my other. " I don't know. I guess I . . ." You want someone to take you, to force you, to make you do things, someone to choose you and not you him . . ." Yes. Last night, I, I drove my car, drove into the city . . ." I wanted him to think that he was saving me from myself if he did something, if he made me do something."You parked near a bus stop and thought about riding the bus?" Yes. I've done that 4 times in the last month, Uncle Mike." I was crying again. I guess I'm a natural actress or something,.