We met in college as she and I had the same class and I was in love.you know how you look and can tell she is the one ,simply pure. She hasn't changed... much since college,still 5'6" still around 125lb and oh those hazel eyes and small tits with pretty large soft nipples. Now One day she invites meto this party but I have to work so I agree to meet her there about 1am. So I finally arrive and it's a pretty wild party and I grab a beer and start looking for the girl who invited me. After almost a. "I wasn't kidding when I told you that boys would becamped out in our front yard."I didn't know if I should cry or kiss her. I only hoped that by thetime I was old enough to go to a dance, I'd still think that boys hadcooties.After that I pretty much gave up hope that Karen would change me backbefore the six years were up. We talked about it a bunch of times butevery time she told me that there wasn't anything that could be done;if I was a good girl she'd wish me back when I was fourteen but. “I’ll be right back,” he says, then walks away after a beat.Alone in the room, I remove my clothes in a numb state. I’m trying not to imagine anything about what’s to come. If I give it too much thought, my head will explode. So I say yes when he asks to come back in. Something I immediately regret. To my surprise, I realize I’m already ridiculously wet at the prospect of him touching me again. I can feel the warm spot I’m making as I sit on the wax paper. No longer able to bluff, I feel. It wouldn't take much to shoot thick powerful spurts all the way inside her womb overflowing with life. I hope it wouldn't hurt her. I wanted nothing more than for her to be in any pain during this experience. She couldn't take it anymore. I felt a warm trace connect the tip of my head to her warm wet opening. We thrusted together at the same time meeting as close to each other's bodies as we could. I slammed balls deep into her as her clit rest on top of my hard rock. She gasped with new-found.