"You're something else little girl," he purred in my ear. "Not everyone can take all the nine inches I'm giving you." He began to pound me now. Everyo...ne close had to know what was going on, but I didn't care and I don't think he did either.The guy in front of me got up and I saw his dick was sticking out the fly of his slacks as he beat it. Reaching up with his free hand, he began rubbing my breasts. He came in close and started to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth like the penis behind me. Then we started chatting and talking to each other regularly over the phone.I made her my girlfriend in about 2 months. I appeared and behaved with her as if I was a decent person and did not have any bad intention. We both were virgins. I sat with her in most of the classes.After some weeks, she started moving her hand on my thighs slowly and erotically (in romantic moods). My penis instantly got erect. She saw the bulge, was surprised and removed her hand instantly from my thighs.Then I also. Often she would find herself unable to let go and accept the pleasure, become awkward and clenched up, afraid her boyfriend would let her down as he so often did and leave her screaming inwardly on the frustrated brink of release. But Cassidy, she knew on some primal level, would never let her down.Nor did she. When the moment came Melinda's eyes widened and her back arched and her painted toes curled as the orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt from heaven, turning her into a thrashing wreck. ”“Can you share it on your Facebook News page, please?”“Sure. I was wondering if you were hard enough for another blow job?”“Oh, I’m still savoring that first one, Sis! It will forever be in my memory.”“You do understand about love, don’t you? When you told that you loved me, I kind of freaked out. Do you have any condoms?”“NO!” I said, probably over-reacting. “Why do I need any condoms? I won’t be making love to anyone, but my left hand for a very long time. I’d be scared to try anything with.