Although it does keepbothering you a little that she was doing all the work and leading thediscussion the whole night. It was like she was the man in ...this date.Finally after a long walk, you return home. You jump in the shower andmasturbate youself to finish, thinking about Alina the whole night.You crash on your sofa and start watching Netflix. You hear you phonebuzz and you pick it up immediately. Its from Alina'Hey, Ricki boy. I wanted to message you and say thanks, I had a lovelynight. You. I could feel the pre-cum dripping in my boxers again. When we got back to my place in Brooklyn, I couldn’t pay the taxi driver fast enough. I opened the door for her and in the foyer, as I got the key to open the next door, she pressed her plumb, onion of a ass on my hard dick. I grabbed her around her waist and my hand started at her navel, but quickly eased it down to her clit and began to rub it over her dress as I kissed and sucked her neck. Her moans were driving me crazy and I could feel. When I was just a very shy, naïve teenager who up till then had no experience of sex, sure I used to think about sex a lot, most of my friends had girlfriends, I would hear of their experiences and always when lying in bed at night I would play with myself to relieve the frustrations I had. It’s not that I didn’t have offers of dates from girls, I was just too busy and lazy to take them up.I used to read erotic stories on desibaba regularly and jack off to get a good sleep but this turned out. Nothing but two thin strings to cover your slutty tits and even thinner string covering your asshole.”“Oh yeah?” Mom groaned.“Yeah! A very modest veil to cover your face. But before you walk to the altar, I will get you fucked by 10 black men. They will fill up your every hole. You like that you fucking bitch?”“Yeah!” Mom said getting close.“Then I will write your vows, You wanna hear that?”“I wanna hear that!” Mom panted squirming as we continued to fist her holes.“My dear son, I am your.