Waves of heat raced up through my body as I again thrust my pelvis up and down, deeper, and harder.As my hands clenched the back of the chair, I dug m...y knees into the seat slowly lifting myself and descending back upon him. He tried to reciprocate the effort, but could barely move his hips. I rode him up and down in long deliberate strokes, careful not to rise too far, but just enough to where the head of his rock hard cock was parting my lips.The moment was near. I felt as if I was going to. “I’ll be on your side, whatever it is.” I tried to stop my imagination running away with me.“It’s ... dreams I’ve had ... a couple of times...”“Bad dreams?”“Well, more, sexy kind of dreams.”“Oh,” I was nonplussed. “Well that’s natural I suppose. Did they worry you?” I wondered whether girls have wet dreams? I’d have to look it up.“It’s because...” she was looking down at the floor, “they were about me and a ... girl...”“Oh, well...” I tried to get my head round it, “it might be a phase, but if. "No. Just enjoying the view."I laughed. "Suit yourself, you may have time to dawdle, but I have to get this done." I settled back into the mathematics, my fingers flying over the adding machine. I could feel Shaun's continued stare and tried my hardest to ignore him."Who was the first guy you kissed?"My head shot up; Shaun was smiling, his hazel eyes brightly curious."Ryan MacKinnon, why?" How old were you. Who was he?"I chuckled, shaking my head. "What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Why do. Martin tensed and twitched inside me and our eyes met, and still no words passed between us. He had me in his power and I was happy to be there. His hips pulled back, my ass lips pouting over the retreating cock, only for him to push his cock right back until I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks. My whole body seemed to be one great sexual organ and I felt the hot, blood filled cock straining inside my pink passage. It was around this time, I noticed the sheen of sweat on our bodies, even.