When he began to enter me, he was so thick it felt like I was being stretched while giving birth. He was slow and gentle working in soft shallow stro...kes. It wasn't long before I ended up having the biggest orgasm of my life. I had never had an "O" from just fucking but this guy had me a sloppy mess. He continued a long methodical fuck until I had taken all of him in what was my tight pussy earlier that evening. I was working on my third orgasm when he really started to give it to me and I. Basically this means that I have no poker face to speak of and generally wear my heart on my sleeve (even if it is a cumbersome location for a vital organ like the heart). I’m sure Cindy thought I looked like a naïve dork listening to her tales of lust and erotic pleasures that I could only imagine and fantasize about as I tried my best to replicate them with my own finger. Well the movie was loads of fun, but I was pretty horny from drinking and listening to Cindy talk about her boyfriend’s. They need the bed." She laughed with Uncle Frazier."And what's Rick doing at your place?" Lauren said to Uncle Frazier."We're having breakfast," the old fellow said. "He bought me some wines, too." I thought you're not supposed to drink anymore." I'd rather drink than live longer," the old man said. "You'll know it when you're my age. Rick's back now. We need to get ready." Why didn't you shoot the goddamned ball last night?" Lauren asked Rick as he drove them back. "Do you know we lost by only. ”“You could stay here and give me a massage, Vickie,” he replied with a chuckle.Their eyes met. She smiled and snickered, “Unfortunately John, that’s not a menu item.” She quickly gathered up his dishes and walked towards the kitchen. He just watched her departing form and for the first time that evening he was not thinking about the farm or his family, but of a different form of redemption.She placed the glass of bitters on the table along with an extra serviette and the bill. She lingered for.