She didn?t want to look at him. She knew the moment she didshe would be lost. She tried to resist but it was futile, his will was strongerthan her own.... Her eyes met his. His eyes were cold, held no warmth for her, yetshe couldn?t look away, she was shaking when he eventually pulled her close tohim, after spending what seemed like an eternity drowning in his eyes. Shegasped and closed her eyes leaning into him as she felt his arms slowly circleher waist, his fingers trailing lazily over the. "The second one takes too long, and isn't nearly as intense as the first one," was her normal reply."But wouldn't it be fun to try anyway?" I'd always reply with a smile. A few times she would go for a second round, but those times were getting fewer and farther in-between; but I didn't care, I was in love with the most wonderful women on earth.Which brings me to my first point. After 8 years, you know your partners body both inside and out, and with my dick neither shrinking or growing, I knew. "Given half a chance, I'd do it again."She moaned sweetly, and held my head to her chest.Aunt Marie was rubbing her crotch up and down my cock, rolling her hips, pressing hard against me. It was obvious how sensitive her tits were, her moans were now continuing almost non-stop. I had a hand inside the back of her panties, clutching and squeezing her ass cheeks, and slid my finger down lower, crossing her tight little pucker, and easing into her pussy.She reached down between us, and pulled her. .this girl, who was demure and soft-spoken normally…would assert with such authority when making her points…wow… We became friends but were never very close…she didn’t hide the fact that she detested jocks…especially those who got scholarships just for playing sports…she believed it deprived other more deserving students from attending college…but she tolerated me…a jock with a little gray matter who didn’t get in with a sport’s scholarship…still, my damnation was that I hung out with jocks.