..do you need to do, how do you ask someone..." I put my guitar aside and looked deep into her eyes. "You really want to talk about this?" I asked ste...rnly. "You know, we can, but if this is just about girly shit, then..." She fell quiet and looked down. "I'm a virgin," she said quietly. "And I know that's a good thing, right? But at the same time, I'm so curious and... some of my friends are talking, and I feel like I can't keep up with them." I sighed. "Okay," I said. "Well, even if you're a. We Went on trips, ate at fancy restaurants, Fucked in exotic places.I soon developed a nasty coke habit, for no other reason, other than, that I could afford the shitThat was the beginning of the end for me, but at the time, I just didn't fucking know it!Part 2 (A typical night)One night she was on the bed wearing a pair of white cotton underwear. I noticed they were the same pair of underwear, she had been wearing since yesterday. I said to her "you filthy bitch, why haven't you showered or. " My cock was now straining against my pants. I quickly shook my head. "I'm sorry, but I really can't think of anything else." She pouted for awhile, then sank back in her seat and began to whimper softly. "Oh, oh my. Don't cry, Candice. Please don't cry." I walked over to her and stroked her hair. She looked up at me and licked her lips. "Isn't there anything I can do?" she whispered. She knelt on the chair and kicked off her shoes. "I'm willing to do anything, anything at all..." with that,. I don't think there are words enough to describe what I felt that day, as those big old hands went down my back, over my buttocks, along my perineum and up the front of my torso and tweaked my swollen nipples! It was pure ecstasy, and I loved how my older lover caressed and kissed me, making me feel special, working my cock into a lather, never touching it, but looking at it, seeing how it glistened, excitedly, wanting so desperately to cum!Within a few strokes of his own cock, he was now fully.