With that he collapsed on top of me. With in minutes we were both asleep exhausted. I woke up a few hours later to James once again sucking on my nipp...les, this time he did not do it gently, he was very rough, but it felt good. I was wet as soon as he started sucking so hard.He pulled me out of bed and pulled me into the shower, and turned the water on. He then started to scrub my body, making sure every inch of me was clean. He started with my head and worked his way down to my feet. He avoided. I told him to take it slow at first. The head of his cock was stretching me as he entered. Until now, my husband was the only one to have been in my ass and Keith had a bigger cock head than my husband. There was a slight discomfort as he first entered but that quickly dissolved to pleasure. His thick shaft entered me and he was soon balls deep. As I looked at him in the mirror, I saw him looking down at his cock and my asshole… probably amazed that I had taken the whole thing. I started moving. Back then he was a tall, lanky, scruffy haired boy. We used to always hang out at recess and lunch times with our small group of mates. After we both left high school, he moved up to the city to start Uni and I ended up getting a job in our local town. But we still stayed in touch and caught up whenever I went into the city or when he came home to see his parents. Over the year’s he’d finally stopped growing and started to fill out a bit more, so he wasn’t quite as lanky, but his hair was still. We keep a small bottle of massage oil on the headboard, within easy reach. I sleep on his left, but I'm right-handed, so a little clumsily with my left hand, I retrieved the bottle, flipped the top and poured a healthy amount onto his head and shaft. Setting the bottle back, I used my left hand to spread the oil and slowly stroke him, simulating a tight pussy as best I could.In those early years, I hadn't quite gotten used to stroking him left-handed. It wasn't as good as his own stroking and.