She placed his hands upon herbottom and grinned as she felt him squeezing her generous rear. Theyfound a rhtyhm together. Backwards, forwards, press a...nd release. Billiefelt his dick sliding in and out of her pussy, tight againt her slickmuscular passage. In, out, in, out. She massaged him lovingly with hercunt. Giving him everything. Being a vagina for him.His hands were back on her tits again and she leant forward into him,using her core to continue to move her hips in perfect rhythm for him.. Meeting her, you would understand. She really looked like the kind of girl who would become a lesbian, controlled by some butch partner. However, she was straight, and I could tell she really longed for a boyfriend. I even tried to set her up with a few friends of mine, but I think she felt uncomfortable dating my friends (as though they might tell me something behind her back). Because of this, none of her dates ever got serious, and she was not a first-date kisser.Since she did not go out. Is this reallywhat I've always wanted? Tears fill my eyes when I realise the answer.I take it into my mouth, dragging my lips over its rigidness. The moanfrom Justin gives me only encouragement. I lick and slurp, bringing itas close to the back of my throat as I dare. His balls beat against mysmooth chin with every bob of my head.Driven by the aching between my thighs I stand up again. We kiss withoutanother word. I don't know how long it goes on for. When our lips part Igive him his. "There's something I should tell you. Your friends and family have forgotten you've ever existed." I was confused. I opened my mouth to question him when he explained."When you became bound to me, your life was wiped from existence. Anyone who ever knew you has forgotten about you." I pushed him away. I couldn't believe what I was hearing."How could you do that?" Would you rather I have them be miserable; missing you, thinking you're dead?" I thought about it. And I finally relented. I.