“But here’s the thing - I know I missed the mark, as it were. I confessed my failures and did as best I could, given who I was at the time. I made... excuses for my behavior because I enjoyed what I was doing. But I also had experiences which helped make me who I am today. I’m not saying that the ends justify the means, but I’m not sure I’d be the same person I am without those experiences. In fact, I’m sure I wouldn’t. Believe it or not, I’m reasonably satisfied with who I am; that wasn’t the. My hips made tiny, slow pushes, similar to her short pelvic thrusts.The only thing that saved me from ejaculating was the concentration required as I tried to guess at our progress or increase my penetration without hurting my lover. If I’d allowed myself to think about how incredible it felt each time I pushed my penis a teeny bit deeper into Shreya, I never would’ve completed our first attempted coupling. We’d kissed a few times as we strove for penetration, but mostly we focused on what our. Juliana was more than his match in every way and his feelings went from tender love to animal passion and everything between with her each day. “I want more and more," he whispered in her ear, as he carried her towards their bed. She was still impaled on his cock and dizzy with the intensity of the previous orgasm and their desire for each other, as he carried her to their room. Despite his just having spewed a flood into her, she wanted more too. She loved what he did to her, how he made. Walker went for a filet with red wine sauce. I opted for the rib-eye, peppercorns imbedded, with an onion blue cheese topping.Sliced tomato and onion with vinaigrette for a starter. Hash browns. Creamed spinach. Old school.We split a bottle of the sommelier-recommended Cheval des Andes, Mendoza 2011. No one said a word about Walker’s age. I guess being in International Waters has some perks.Back in our suite, he attacked a video game while I read. Sent a love note to Vanessa. Walker and I were.