“Get the fuck outta here!” I tried to yell, but it didn’t come out as soft as I intended it to be. Indian sex Between the alcohol and my anger, my senses kicked into overdrive. By now I very rarely saw Cassie, as she was in college now and commuting every day. It wasn’t the truth of course, but I made myself believe it. “We’ll see, knob.”
I let my pants and boxer-briefs hit the floor. I knew it well. That guy was a dick.”
“You got hurt.”
“Yeah well… small price to pay.” And it was true. They looked like two luscious scoops of vanilla ice cream and I damn near drooled on myself staring. I even got a job working at a local grocery store. “That’s my… my…” She trailed off in a series of moans as I finger fucked her. “I’ve gotten bigger, you know.” I warned her. “Did you fuck it up royally? My eyes were closed, I didn’t even know what I was doing, and I lunged. His calm demeanor faded away completely. In retrospect, maybe because it felt like Gail and I were kinda dating, even though we weren’t. They say you never forget your first, but I still always feel like I remember a little too much detail.
