“Please fuck me, Wes? Her pubic hair looked as wispy and soft as down. xxx 18 “I certainly hope so.” It was all I could think to say. “Yes. Then, to add to what was a truly extraordinary experience, she swallowed repeatedly, the tissues of her throat massaging my foreskin, milking me delightfully. The firmness of her lace covered breasts compressed against my chest. I love to suck it.” She was undulating and rocking her hips. Quickly, although not hastily, she gathered her articles of clothing which were scattered around the room, picked up her purse, and disappeared into the bathroom. I found myself being quite witty, making her laugh with almost every comment I made. I also felt an instantaneous pang of horror which flushed the orgasmic sensations away.
