We talked on numerous occasions when ever we had the chance, no mention of past attempts were ever mentioned. So I presumed i had missed my chance.So ...47 years after the ride in the back seat of my parents car I got reassigned to a local post office. She collected mail from a p o box there and I occasionally got the chance to speak with her. Her appearance was always a pleasure to view and the years had not lessened her attractiveness. Her figure, although changed, was still eye catching. And. I was certainlyhoping I was correct and my new mind was telling me I should be able tolift close to twice the amount he had on the bar. I lay down on thebench and grabbed the bar."Perhaps you want to spot me just in case?" He walked over and heaved onthe bar to lift it out of its holding pins. "Don't hurt yourself littlegirl, I want you in one piece tonight." He helped lower it down towardsmy chest. "Ok, let it go, I think I've got this. Its all in thetechnique." I was actually surprised he let. "No, I don't mind at all. What's on your mind?" "I guess you wondered why I kind of held back tonight, right?" "I didn't really give it any thought" he replied honestly. "I've never believed in forcing someone to participate in something they're not comfortable with. Does having sex make you uncomfortable?" "It's not really that. I've just never done it with a man before. Some girls have told me that it hurts, especially the first time, and I just didn't want to cry in front of everybody. But I. Reason told her to finish her run home and to get clothed. But reason had failed in the face of pleasure. As more thoughts of getting to safety entered her head, they were quieted as Jenna inserted another finger into herself. She laid back, clutching her breast, rubbing the dirt on it, and furiously finger fucking herself. She could feel her orgasm coming. She took one more finger and pushed it into her. That was it. After a few strokes with three fingers, Jenna came in a massive, powerful.