"We were almost home, "When you sit him down, what would you wear?" Huh?" She seemed confused."I mean, do you dress sexy or perhaps conservative? You ...might need some form of persuasion?"She spoke more to herself than me, "I never thought of that. But sure, persuasion." So would you fuck him at home first? Just to make sure everything works. He's not a professional like those other two." Gosh, I suppose you're right. We would probably need to do it several times; just to get him at ease." She. So, did that answer why? Probably not. People don't want answers, they want guilt trips. They want tormented self-confessions. They want their own experiences to be validated.I can't help it. I found sex to be fun, even before I knew I was orgasmic, or, better, multi-orgasmic. A girl can come and come, and come again. That happened that first weekend with Eric. Actually, it sort of happened earlier when I had a guy right after another one, and came both times.I wasn't alone in this. Every girl. We started smooching too, I was still riding hard. I felt for an orgasm and increased my speed, he was moaning too, pinching my big erect nipples and suddenly I was done with my climax.Oh, I fell over him and he kissed my forehead. But he was still not over. After some time he told me to be a bitch, I came on the doggy pose, he was standing on the floor and I was on the bed, he inserted in me and started banging me hard, the to and fro motion of his hot and thick dick in my hot pussy was riding. I managed to make sense even while screaming obscenities."Why you overbearing asshole," she shouted. "What the fuck makes you think that being poor gives you all the answers. The only difference between us is I make more money. We both put on our shoes the same way." Ah, let me call my brother to see what time the maid comes in the fix breakfast for my niece." I was angry, but I was also loving the encounter. "Maybe we can get some breakfast there." Fuck you Rick," she said angrily."So.