He kept what he hoped looked like a friendly smile on his face. Why was it that women were so nervous around him? Surely it wasn’t the sex thing. Th...is woman had had her pick of boys. She’d probably had more sex by the time they’d graduated than he’d had since then.He decided to break the silence. “I brought my tools, just in case.” He lifted the strap of the tool bag off his shoulder, and gripped the handles. His cheeks were beginning to feel the strain of holding the smile.“Oh! Of course!” she. It didn’t hurt exactly but it was a full stretching feeling. She accepted it very well. I slowly slid my cock all the way in. I had her on her back with her feet together and my feet to the outside of hers so my cock would not go in as far as it could. I did not hit bottom nor did I want too. I thought that a nice comfortable screwing was best for her the first time and maybe best for the first twenty times or more. I could always get more rough as she learned to take what I dished out.I fucked. And it is also the hurdle between me and my marriage. Here in our country it is very necessary to jave a proper source of earning to get married. My parents were also so much worried and then a message came from a family that their daughter can marry with me even though i have no proper job and they are very well aware of it. Days pass and finally we both agreed to get married. I saw the girl, her face was bright and atttactive, she looked like in her 30s but her body is still very much shaped. In the middle of stroking myself good and hard, I realized that the bedroom door was not locked and it was ajar a little since Sylvia left. Before, I could think of the consequences the door opened and Sylvia came in. I was caught with spit glazed central bamboo of the tent in my fist and I was humiliated to the core. My damp fist froze on my cock as we saw in each other’s eyes. She whispered very quietly, asking me if she could help. I stuttered for the words and she made a quizzical sound.