A few jungle juices later and the two of you were making out in someone's bedroom. You are fairly inexperienced in this department, but you could tell... this felt way better than any other girl you had been with. The only peculiarity was her tendency to direct you, despite you having a few inches and at least 30-40 pounds on her. She was constantly on top and moving you around. If that was strange, you hardly noticed, as this was something you've wanted for a long time.Fast-forward to today.. “I’m looking forward to showing you off in Atlanta.”“We show each other off, my husband.”We slept happily. A few days later, we went to Sunday school and church meeting her parents for the service and then joining them at their house for lunch. It was delightful as always.It was late in the afternoon when we headed to our apartment home. “My love, I do enjoy time with your parents. They are good people.” We walked in the door and I took Claudette in my arms as I kicked the door closed. “I like. Oh, mom..."During the moment of ejaculation, the boy's testicles stayed nestled in the mother's bristly bush, just like nature had intended. The thrusts were now short and purposeful, instinctively timed with the discharges of semen so they would go deep. The boy's groans also came rhythmically at the same intervals: "Annh! Annh! Annh!"When all the squirmy little seedlings from Simon's testicles had been safely sent to his mother's womb, a hand reached down and slowly pulled the softening penis. This felt completely different, almost alien in its intensity. Everything with her had been scripted, safe. Our kisses had been small and passionless, the contact between us clumsy. Paul was like an entirely different species. Or was it me that was different? Had I been this excited when I was with Irina in the woods that night, or was it just nerves?My musings were short-lived, as I suddenly felt the firm grip of Paul’s hand on my cock over the material of my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, my.