They were two broken human beings. Both had been emotionally shattered by their bad experiences, both afraid of leaving themselves vulnerable to anoth...er failure. The problem was Connie hid behind a façade of contented self-assurance; she gave the illusion of being as at peace with herself as a Buddhist Zen master. Mike had been protecting himself with a mask of indifference. Neither could understand the other’s reactions, always assuming the worst. Both had been afraid to be completely honest. Stretching out his tongue into my hungry cunt, he twirled it, giving me stirrings I had never felt from the sex I had with others. This was what lovemaking was as opposed to sex. I never understood that before. It wasn’t that his technique was unique though it certainly felt wonderful. What made it different was the love we shared. Every gentle lick of my pussy, every stroke of his throbbing prick, had a special warmth to it. Lapping up my pussy juices from my gushing slit, made Dean. I felt like I couldn't breathe; even breathing hurt. He didn't even give me time to adjust to it before he began to pull his cock out of my torn asshole. It seemed to take several minutes before his cock was completely out of my ass except for his massive head. He slowly pushed back in, then slowly pulled back out again. He began a steady rhythm and didn't show any sign of speeding up when I heard him say, "Get ready," in such a soft manner that I knew I wasn't supposed to have heard it. Just. It looked really good as I checked myself out in the mirror. Driving to school however, I got aroused and my clit really stood out. I almost regretted shaving my pubes, which were hiding my extended love button. But I felt extra horny today and I was thinking about my hubby returning. Right off the bat, one guy noticed the lack of hair, and that my clit was sticking way out.“Sorry, boys! I am a little aroused today, and I forgot how much my clit stands out without pubes.” I said as I actually.