"Excuse me a minute." I rushed to the bathroom.After I relieved myself, I took a moment to wash my face and comb my hair. The Listerine bottle was emp...ty. By the time I returned Renae occupied the futon, her feet firmly on the floor, her eyes dry, her knees locked. Both sets of tests were stacked on one chair and while the other chair faced the futon. I sat down in it.Renae was what my mother called large-boned woman. I preferred the term Rubenesque. She curves and wore the weight well. Her. She screamed that she was cumming and I just doubled my efforts and she wrapped her legs around my head and started to shake and spasm. It seemed like her orgasm went on for at least a minute until she pushed my head away and pulled me up to her. Once my face was near hers’, she pulled me in with her hands and started to kiss me deeply. I never realized how passionate a woman could be until I kissed not my mom after giving her an orgasm.We continued making out as her spasms subsided. She then. I can’t even guess how many broken relationships I’ve caused just because I wanted to cum. I didn’t give a shit, but that doesn’t mean I did not help some relationships along the way.I wanted to hitch a ride to my friend to the next city over. Turns outs, I crashed a big date for him, since he took who turned out to be a pretty big crush for him. You asked me then, I thought she was just another bitch, but they eventually got married. Still together, even now. Good for them.Although, I doubt he. “No mate, if I had you could have one with pleasure.” “Okay, cheers anyway. They’re like rocking horse shit. I spent six hours last month, refreshing the browser, but nothing.” “Ah that’s tough Matt. You left it a bit late though.” “I know. Oh well TV it is then!” “I’ve not seen you for a few weeks. You’ve not been down the gym?” “I know Tom, torn a tricep!” Matt rubbed his upper arm, indicating the healing muscle. “Ouch!” “By the way,” asked Matt. “How was your trip to Europe… where was it?”.