She’d heard the awkward beginnings, not the polished flower that it was now. She’d heard that song all the way through about twenty times that sum...mer. Jeremy’s voice was just as low and caressing as he wove a spell of longing that gripped the room. She struggled to keep from falling back into how she was back then. Her eyes watered with the effort not to cry. When he finished, the uncomfortable hush exposed his satiated sigh. The crowd applauded. She was the only one that saw through him. ‘If. "Edward looked me in the eye, wearing a defiant yet oh so punchable smirk.Staring right back, I began speaking in a calm monotone."It starts with a touch. Not cold or clammy, not quite uncomfortable, butnot soothing. Feel its dryness, feel it follow the contours of your flesh,beneath your clothes. Do not fret. It is simply your connection to realitybeing plucked, tested, tasted. You have not been chosen yet, even ifinterest is being shown."Edward snickered, but everyone else seemed to be. Slowly I inserted my finger into her trouser and started fingering her pussy. She turned wet and held me very strongly.I moved down to her bottom and started sucking her pussy. It was soar but I enjoyed. She started moaning and I kept on sucking for almost 10 minutes. I spread her legs apart and slowly inserted my dick in her pussy. She started to cry with pain.I just held her tongue with a lip lock and started pushing back and forth. She held me very tightly and I was kissing her entire face. As I studied on my situation, there were three things that seemed to be the keys to holding back my orgasm: First, Janice loved to talk dirty while I was fucking her. Since the first night of our running bet, she's been a non-stop flood of dirty words; most of them are variations on the theme of me licking my sticky white load out of her overflowing quim. She says it a thousand different ways while I'm fucking her and every one of them causes my balls to tighten and spew their contents into.