Her eyes got to me, though. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of honor, if not commitment, so for a long time I remained faithful to Annabelle. Mature sex It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered mute by my attraction. Had she been a knockout, I would have been too shy to talk to her. I moved lower and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish white thighs wide for me. “What?” I asked, as I flicked away at one stiff little nipplenub. And I certainly enjoyed helping her unwrap hers. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a deserted rest stop. “Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it. …Fuck me…Put it in. …”
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