Soon I climaxed hard 3 or 4 times as his slide in and out of me with force. He pulled back, flopped out of my wet pussy and said “get on your hands... and knees, Jennifer; I need to fuck you from behind.” I quickly complied rolling from my back to doggy in a second. As I did he said, “Jenny, I think you like getting fucked from behind.” Next thing I knew Tom came up behind me, slapped his cock on my ass like a porn star and as he shoved his cock back in my pussy he gave my ass a swat with his. One fine day I remembered him saying he has drawn finer sketches. I asked him to drop by some sketches to me. He brought some of the sketches in the coming week and spent almost 2 hours while I was going through sketches. When I was telling about some upcoming chemistry inventories he interrupted and told I speak very sweetly, I should have been a news/weather reader.As time went on madhan visit became routine with painting or other doubts. We became quite close with each other as he was. And I loved the sound of his happy moans. I sucked him behind bushes, in the back seat of his car, on my parents’ couch, on his parents’ couch. He always let me know what felt really good to him, and what felt not so good too, and by trial and error and lots of practice, I got to be a pretty good fellatrix.I taught him how to go down on me, and together we explored and learned my personal preferences in terms of how I want my pussy eaten.But in the several months we were together, we never once. I felt the softness of the skin on her back where the little sundress dipped lower; the sharp intake of breath between kisses and the slow, intoxicating exhale into my mouth; the tiny-ness of her waist and the sudden flare of her hips; the gentle rise of her breasts, the exquisite softness of them and the tiny gasp she let out when I touched them; and the blur of red hair when I finally opened my eyes again.I wanted this woman, needed her, needed to be inside of her, a part of her. Sex was.