Without meaning to, I inhaled sharply as I felt my cock brush against her pussy. She grinned and ground her hips against mine, increasing our contact...."I need my big brother's big dick inside me." She groaned in my ear. "The hell with our rules tonight. I need it."As if she felt I needed convincing, she thrust her hips toward me, raising herself up at the same time so that her nipples grazed my chest. She knew the effect this had on me, and if she didn't, the feel of my cock's lurch against her. ’ Her voice was rich, alto and smooth, dripping with sexuality, like Catharine herself. ‘Pierre,’ he replied, shaking her hand and trying not to become completely aroused by the touch of her supple skin on his. And that was it. As suddenly as she’d appeared in his life, she was called to another conversation by another interesting guest. What on earth could Pierre do that would hold the attention of Catharine? Probably nothing. But it was too late, she was a part of him now, one he could not. ” It was a brisk October night, with a full moon. We decided to walk along the beach, which would give us the privacy Sarah apparently wanted. “How many women have you had sex with?” “I don’t know, maybe six or seven, if you count the one in high school in the front seat of my car,” I said, trying to add some humor to the discussion. “Two of them more than once.” “Here’s my concern,” she said. “I think that I’m much more experienced than you. Does that bother you?” “No. Not really.” At that. So we both knew our time together was about to end. During the last 2-3 months something changed. One night after our intense foreplay, she saddled up on my dick but she didn't pull over a condom. It felt so good, and while we were fucking - her pussy juice dripping down my bare shaft - she whispered into my ear: "Give me your blonde babies". That was too much for me. I immediately came inside her. But instead of running to the bathroom, she kept riding my dick for another three or four.