She looked again down the hallway, hermind was in a whirl. “God Martin,” she said, her eyeswelled up. “I’d be so, so… em...barrassed.”“Even though we’ve only been seeing each other a shorttime,” Martin replied, “I really have strong feelingsfor you, Stacey.” His words made her look back up intohis eyes. She felt sincerity coming from them. “And Idon’t like the idea any more than you do.” He strokedher face again.. His moan of god i have been wanting this gave me shivers. My palm found his bulge as i began to rub firmly at his soft cock. God i wanted to see what i had dreamed about for so long. I firmly pushed him away from me and slipped to my knees before him. my hands worked quickly at his belt then botton tugging his zipper down i tossed open his jeans and reached into his boxers. Everything i had been wanting softly layed in my hands as i leaned in taking him fully into my mouth. He tasted soooo good. The girl who stood before her wore no makeup and her hair, unlike the Creole's, was straight and blonde. She had the figure of an adolescent. Her breasts and hips were late in developing and her legs showed little shapeliness. Her face, like her mother's, was not unattractive, simply unremarkable. She seemed a bit ill at ease, but smiled at the housekeeper."Hi, I'm Laura. Mom said we'd get to meet you tonight, but I thought I'd stop by early and say welcome." How sweet," said the older of the. When I went to add up the number of guys I’ve fucked or been fucked by, I was a little shocked. First I couldn’t remember every single one, and two, before I stopped counting I was up to something like 35 different guys I’ve been fucked by in the same time period, and I know there are more. Even as I write this I can recall a few I forgot, either a bathroom blow job or fuck or a rest area that I met a guy at who fucked me at a picnic table at night. So I know there’s many more, and I’m not.