I lean toward her and kiss her lips and my cock throbs. Suddenly, she looks startled as she realizes she still has my steely-hard prick sticking up in...side her. She starts squeezing it rhythmically with her pussy muscles and her eyes again begin glazing over. Her eyes soon flutter shut as she continues her vaginal penis massage, and I can see she’s well on her way to a second cumming. Talia is like a rag doll on my lap and I hold her upright with my hands and watch her chest heave with deep. Nicole looked so incredibly sexy. It was the last thing I had on my mind when bringing her the sweatshirt. "So that's what you wanted to show me. You look terrific, Nicole!. It fits perfectly."She giggled catching on to my joke and handing me a glass of wine. "So you like it?"Taking the glass I said, "I love it!" Well, that's not all," she said with a wink. "What I really wanted to show you was this," and she raised the sweatshirt to her waist revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. "Do you love. The school girls were much different, giggling and shy. We did a lot of kissing and petting on dark park benches, but I never had the guts to go beyond that. In the Army, some of my comrades were already married and/or had years of sexual experiences with women of their age. So, I felt as a newcomer listening to their stories and was embarrassed to tell them about my particular history. This all changed when I met Gerda. She worked at the bar across the street from our quarters which happened. “Jennifer, I’m sorry I was so harsh, but I was really upset. Please forgive me.”“I do, but honestly, I needed that. I guess I really let Jocelyn convince me that I’d been abused by you when I really hadn’t.”“What’s her problem?”“Andrea Dworkin. When Jocelyn was sixteen, she went to hear Dworkin speak in Berkeley, and she also went on some march in the red-light district with Dworkin.”“Who the hell is Andrea Dworkin?” I asked.“A feminist author. According to Jocelyn, she’s really outspoken about.