This is a follow-on to the history"We waited until 18 ”.

QUICK BACKGROUND

Gwen and I, my name is Tom, had grown up together since we were 3. We became unspoiled ally. Gwen was the most beautiful girl at school and had been elected to our senior high school school homecoming royal family in our starter, sophomore, and junior years. In the eye of our junior year Sarah Elizabeth moved to our city. Her father had just become CEO of the swelled company in our metropolis. She and her family moved into one of the most expensive business firm uncommitted in town. Sarah Elizabeth II who we called Sarah E. to distinguish her from Sarah T. one of the popular girls at shoal. Sarah Elizabeth ( I'll just call her Sarah from now on ) was different from the former young woman at school. Sarah dressed impeccably all of the clock time. She wore apparel that accented her looks and her shape. Her whisker was blond, with some waving to it, and came down below her berm. She was on the grandiloquent side about 5'10"or 11 ”. Her legs were long and sleek. She was physically fit, but had the curves of a charwoman. Her tit were large and were noticed by all the guy when she walked by. They were also a discussion topic of many of the miss. She quickly made many friends at the school.

Gwen and I continued to be best friends throughout schoolhouse, just right Quaker. Because we were so close many at schooltime considered us a match and believed we were boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, we had hugged on rare affair at the funerals of our grandparents or other household penis. We had also kissed on a few social function like each prison term she was elected to homecoming royal family and the multiplication after I had scored the winning basketball hoop in hoops plot. But nothing of a dead on target sexual nature.

After our senior year started Gwen stated several times that she wanted to be homecoming queen. She became almost fixated on this during the calendar week leading up to homecoming. She became occupy when she discovered Sarah was also going to run for homecoming queen. After the vote was taken Sarah ended up winning by less than 10 votes. Gwen was crushed. With help from her parents and myself she made it through homecoming week.

After the homecoming saltation Gwen and I went to the spot where we had spent many summer days and even camped out nightlong. Gwen had worked in cahoots with our female parent to pack matter in the car I would call for for an overnight check. The berth was a holding previously owned by my granddaddy before he died. It was purchased fully by my father by him buying my uncle's one-half. The holding bordered the South side of a lake, it had a mound with a tumid straight top that we had used for camping, star gazing, and watching shooting star showers. The property also had an old stone cabin on the other position of the hill from the lake.

After the homecoming terpsichore Gwen informed me that we were going to the J. J. Hill to pass the night. She had already spoken to our parents. That Nox we made love for the commencement time, second time, and tertiary time.

After high schooling we went to the same college and shared an apartment off campus. I finished my bachelor's of science point in experimental physics in 3 years. Then completed my PhD in theoretical physics during the next 6 geezerhood. A company had approached me after I received my degree and was interested funding inquiry and development based on my doctoral dissertation. They paid off my school day loan and offered me a strong salary.

Gwen had also completed her work toward a PhD in veterinary medicament. She had started working at a vet billet near our apartment.

In the side by side few geezerhood we had planned to get married and buy a theatre. However about year after graduation in recently May I was devastated when Gwen was involved in an auto accident and died as the result of her injuries. I requested a 3 month leave to go rest home for Gwen 's funeral and then drop prison term at home around my kinfolk for support. My society graciously agreed.

After I arrived home I discovered that our 10 class reunion was planned for later that Summer. I waffled back and forth as to whether to go. Finally my female parent convinced me it would be just foe me to go and see some old friends of mine and Gwen's. Maybe even share some well-chosen computer storage and obtain their commiseration. I bought a just the ticket for the consequence which was to be held at one of the better hotels in town.

Before the reunion I decided to spend some time at"the hill ”. I had found all of the old bivouacking gear which I had left in my old bedroom. My parents had left things in the sleeping room in place for when Gwen and I would descend back from school for visit. I put the things in the car and went to the lake side property. There was a meteor shower bath peaking that Nox one of various Gwen and I had camped out to see several times. When I arrived at the property I saw the improvements my father had made to the old endocarp cabin. The paries had been repaired, a new cap, doors, and windows. There was also an outhouse where there had never been one before. There was also now electricity running to the cabin. My father had told me he was now renting out the cabin on occasion for fisherman and hunting watch to offset the toll of repairs. I had the key to the cabin, but I intended to camp out on the pitcher's mound as Gwen and I had done many times in the yesteryear. This shooting star shower bath, Aquarid, was not one of the most spectacular of the year, but usually had it's bit. I lay on top of the pitcher's mound on my sleeping bag watching the occasional streaks of spark across the sky. Before foresightful I was remembering Gwen, our times there, and wept heavily until I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was already shining mellow in the sky. I decided to arrive back and spend the night again in the center of August the residual of the Nox after the reunion. The reunion was scheduled to end at midnight and the shooting star presentation would start about 1:00 a.m.

Finally the Night of the reunion arrived. Even though the hotel was only a short drive away, my idea was swimming in memory board of high school. Unfortunately most of the memory board turned into store of Gwen. I arrived at the hotel and parked. My eyes filled with tears. I sat in the car sobbing trying to decide whether or not to go inside. I looked up and saw Brad and a woman in the rear-view mirror as they walked past the backrest of my car. Brad was the captain of our basketball game squad our elder year. We were both starter. I remembered that my mother had said, it would be respectable for me to see and speak with my acquaintance from high school. I collected myself and then wiped away the remnants of my tears. I got out of the car and walked into the hotel, making my way to the dance hall. I checked in at the board and spoke with the two women at the board. Both of them had been Quaker of Gwen. They said that they were both surprised and shocked when they had heard about Gwen 's Death. They both felt sorry for me and impart their understanding. I thanked them and walked into the bombastic room. There were table and a buffet set up on one position of the room and a dance floor with a DJ setting up on the other English of the room. I spotted Brad and the former starters on the basketball team sitting together with who I assumed were their partners. I walked over to the table and was greeted very warmly by all there. 2 of the ma'am there were from our class. They were Jim and Eric 's wives now. Brad had his girlfriend there and Robert had his married woman who was from the sophomore class when we senior. I was asked to join them. I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down with my back to the entrance. I appreciated all the sympathy they offered for Gwen 's death. Then I enjoyed catching up on what they all had been doing. In the middle of our conversation everyone at the table suddenly became smooth. I noticed their center directed toward the entrance. I turned my head around and saw Sarah just inside the door looking around.

One of the peeress at the board finally broke the silence asking,"Is n't that the one that beat out Gwen for homecoming fag ?"

"Yes, yes it is,"Brad answered."I thought she had moved to California. I guess she may give returned just for the reunion."

Sarah locked her eyes on me and smiled. She walked toward our mesa, but turned to sit at a nearby vacate table. She sat straight in my argumentation of passel when I turned back to face the table.

"Everything ok, Tom ?"Brad asked after several minute of me not joining in the conversation.

I assured him and the others that I was ok. Sarah had as often right to be there as any one of us. She was not going to ruin the evening for me. Our conversation at the table continued with everyone bringing the radical up to date on where they were in their lives. I occasionally looked at Sarah. Sometimes she was looking my way. other clip somebody had come over to her table and they were talking. After a bit the DJ started playing medicine. Eventually the couples excused themselves one by one to go and trip the light fantastic toe. I was alone at the table. several people, both friends of mine and booster of Gwen, stopped by the table to extend there condolences and ask how I was doing. I thought about going to the buffet, but I was not really feeling hungry. Eventually there was a meter when neither of us had anyone at our tables. I was not sure as shooting what prompted me to go over to her mesa. I had no dislike for her, just the disappointment that she was homecoming queen rather than Gwen.

As I walked to her postpone she smiled. I took notice that Sarah had changed very little since high schooling. She still had gorgeous medium to long, blond whisker with a well amount of wave. Her aristocratic centre and nearly perfect facial features were still the same. It appeared that she was still thin and fit. When she had walked in I couldn't help but acknowledge her long tone up wooden leg. Her breasts were a sight to behold. They were expectant, and at least with her clothes on, were well shaped. They were the ones that caught both the boy 's and the girl 's attention during high school.

"Hi, Tom,"Sarah said as I got near the mesa."Sit down if you like."

I sat down across from her at the 4-seat table.

"Hi, Sarah,"I said."How are you doing ?"

"I am doing well,"she answered then paused."I heard things are not so well with you. I heard Gwen was in an accident and did n't make water it. I 'm so sorry."

"Thank you !"I replied with tears filling my eyes."The last few months have been very hard."

Sarah moved to a professorship next to me. I had already noticed there was change in Sarah boilersuit attitude. She was coming across as truly genuine and not the"I'm effective than you"and snobbish posture she had in high schooltime. She put her helping hand on mine.

"Where are you living now and what work do you do ?"Sarah asked.

I told her I was living in an flat in MA near Boston. I had graduated with a B.S. in experimental purgative, then had gotten a Master's and PhD in Theoretical cathartic. I then told her I was working for a troupe in the Boston area.

"Where are you living and what employment are you doing ?"I asked her.

She hesitated, then explained I had been living in Calif. near Los Angeles until about 12 months ago. I have been back here since then. I went to college out there and received a Bachelor's degree in multi-media Graphical pattern in 5 geezerhood. During my 2nd class of college I was approached by one of the other ladies in one of my classes and asked if I would be interested in doing some clay sculpture work. She said she was working for a big office that was looking girls. The job kind of got me off track getting my degree.

I took a chance and called the phone bit she gave me to set up n consultation. They hired me on the point. I took the job modeling wearable. You know dresses, pants, blouses, shirts, and exercise clothes. About 3 metre a week I would go dress, get made up, and then stick for a photographer. ***********ed pictures would be used for advert in various media both print and online. Everything went well for nearly a year. The pay was sound and since my Father-God was paying for my college, room, and board, I now had extra money for former things.

After about a yr of modeling the person that hired me approached me after a photo shoot. She asked if I would be interested in modeling swimming costume and stated I certainly had the right consistency shape. She also told me that it would pay 30 % more. She told me to think about it and let her know. I put my wearing apparel back on and decided I would take the swimsuit job when they came around.

I was surprised how often Sarah was telling me. We were not friends in high school school, nor had a great deal interaction in mellow school. We had shared a terpsichore at homecoming and she had tried to get me to meet up with me after the terpsichore. Promising me a nighttime"I would never forget ”. However that was the nighttime I spent with Gwen and we had intercourse for the beginning time.

Sarah continued. I modeled clothing and swimsuits for the next year. I enjoyed the occasional increase in pay. schooling was going well and I was learning both the educational and business side of affair. During my fourth yr of collage the same individual came to me and asked me if I would be interested in modeling lingerie. There would be an extra 30 % increase in pay over the swimsuit modeling pay rate. It took me until my adjacent model academic term for me to contribute my result. I reluctantly accepted with the condition I could eliminate the wearing of anything I deemed out or keeping. The lingerie modeling school term were less frequent than swimsuit Roger Sessions, which were less buy at than clothing modeling Sessions. I was hoping to graduate that spring so I knew this would be short term.

Then something happened, the model bureau put on a big thrust for good example to go to a location shoot over winter good luck. I had already planned on going plate for the holiday so I quickly declined. The federal agency then pushed for me to go to a positioning shoot during bounce recess. I tentatively agreed. When I got back from winter break various of the models that had gone on the position shoot were no longer around. I asked about them and received no real answer. At college about 2 week later I saw one of the example I had worked with. I went over to her and asked where she had gone. Her result scared me. During the nights at and after the shoot she said she was constantly pressured for sex by the male photographers and other male staff. The former manikin said she couldn't wait to get back and quit. The next prison term I went in for molding, people at the representation put a full press to get me to match to go to the location shoot over spring prison-breaking. Based on what the former example told me I had no choice, but to stop on the dapple.

"good choice !"I told her.

Sarah still on the professorship next to me leaned closer and said,"The music and interference level has increased and it is hard to hear."

She touched my paw. It felt like electricity going through my hired hand and up my arm. I attributed this to a touch when I was not expecting this.

Sarah continued with her hand still on top of mine,"I had saved a bombastic portion of the money from modeling so quitting was not going to be a problem. During my live semester I realized I had made a fault with my socio-economic class after talking to my counsellor about gradation. Even though I would feature enough deferred payment, I had missed one of the requirements for my level. An set aside track was not offered during the summertime terms and I would have to return in the twilight to discharge the course. I found an internship at a company there and spent the summer working. In the fall they let me move to a part-time position with minute that let me choose the class I needed. The pay was pretty good."

"After I graduated the company offered me a wax clip position with a decent salary. I enjoyed the work, meeting new mass, and using my Department of Education for work I enjoyed."She continued.

"After about 3 years they hired a couplet of guys that would be working on the team with me. Everything was OK for a dyad of weeks. Then the torment started. It was leering looks and then episodic inappropriate verbal comments. The remark increased from occasional to patronise. Then it became sexually suggestive comments. I complained to my manager and then to man imagination. It settled down for a short meter, then came back. After a small-scale act of unwanted touch modality, I made the decision to allow for. I sent my surrender and my reasons to my supervisor and H.R. and never went back. I received a 6-month compensation check after signing an agreement not to sue. I discovered an organization that contracted with sovereign graphical architect to do work for company of various size of it. They took a percentage of each job, but kept work consistently coming my way. I worked through them for a petty over 2 years before I decided to move back and work for myself. I have a small-scale office a few blocks away. I have a clerical assistant working for me."she again continued.

Her story stopped there.

"How is your business doing ?"I asked.

"Tom, it was hard determination work at low. But then some of my clients from California heard I was in business for myself. They started using me for their needs. Soon Holy Writ got around and I had more workplace than I could wield. I have one of my classmates from college coming to work with me in a week,"Sarah told me.

Her vocalism had been such a pleasure to listen to. She had given me so much data about herself. I knew I wanted to get to know her better.

After a pause I asked,"Sarah, would you like to trip the light fantastic ?"

"I thought you would never ask ?"she answered.

We stood. I took her by the hired hand and we walked to the dance floor. While we danced we were watched by a heavy number of mass. I had forgotten how it felt dancing with her. She was light on her feet and felt so good while we danced conclusion together.

After the third or twenty-five percent vocal she whispered in my ear,"What are you doing after the reunion ?"

I knew what she was asking. I hesitated for a bit before answering.

"I have design to bivouac out and ascertain the meteor shower tonight,"I responded.

She pulled back slightly and looked at me. I think she was trying to determine if I was telling the truth.

"Yes the Perseid meteor rain shower prime tonight a little after midnight. I have a great screening spot,"I told her.

She must make believed me.

"May I join you ?"she whispered into my ear."I have never seen a shooting star shower."

Without faltering I answered,"Sure if you would wish to."

We spent the rest of the night with each other dancing, eating, and just talking. I was storm how easy it was to talk with her. It felt like were adept Friend getting back together after a longsighted time. We continued to get puzzled looks from many of my classmates throughout the rest of the dark. I continued to get more and more impressed with Sarah as the night continued. She came across as extremely levelheaded. She was well versed in many areas including stream events. The 10 geezerhood since high school had been very good to her. She had changed fiddling since graduation although her expression had softened and it did not appear from make-up. Her skin was fond and balmy. I tended to have frigid hands. I learned a lot about her family and she was very interested in hearing about mine.

The DJ announced that the last chance to dance was coming shortly. Sarah and I sat down.

"Sarah, do you to stop for a change of clothes ?"I asked."I have a variety of dress in my car."

"I had n't thought about that,"she stated."I know would n't need to wear this for watching meteors or camping out."

That was the low time I thought about her staying and camping with me all dark.

"You could abide by me to my place after the reunion and I can vary there,"Sarah suggested.

"strait fine !"I replied."Do you have anyone to whom you wish to say goodbye ?"

"A few,"she answered.

"I have a few also,"I said."I 'll suffer you back here."

She nodded and we separated. We said our good-bye and met back at the table about 5 minutes after the last vocal ended.

As we were walking out to the parking area Sarah asked,"Where are you going to change ?"

"I'll modification in my car,"I answered.

We came across my car first. We both got in and repulse to where her car was parked. She got out and I backed up to let her back out of her parking smirch. I followed her to her apartment building and parked next to her car.

"I'll be back soon !"Sarah said before going inside.

I changed into my comfortable clothes, tossing my other clothes into the back up seat. A few minutes later Sarah reappeared wearing a baggy T-shirt and comfy looking pants and shoes. She got in the car a patted my deal. I again felt some"electricity"go through me.

"Let 's go !"she exclaimed with fervor and prevision in her spokesperson.

I drove out of town toward the high school. I turned left onto the highway on the Confederate States end of town and followed it around the Dixieland end of the lake. I felt her helping hand move onto the top of my leg. She just rested it there. I felt some excitement edifice. I turned into place by the lake. I drove the little Sir Thomas More than a quarter of a mile to where the cabin and undersurface of the pitcher's mound were. I got out, grabbed the lamp, and a few other things. I led Sarah up to the top of Benny Hill with the luminance from the battery-powered lamp. We got to the top I put the lamp down and spread out the dormancy pocketbook. The sleeping bags were great they would ply some cushion on the dry land and had built in pillows. I had been planning to stack them, instead I laid them side by side of meat because Sarah was here. It made for comfortable star/meteor gazing.

"I'm going back to the car for a few Thomas More things,"I told Sarah.

"This is a groovy place for looking at the sky. Is there a beach down there ?"Sarah asked.

"Yes, good for swimming. Very few weeds around and a nice sandy bottom,"I replied before going down to the car.

I grabbed the tank and brought it up to the hilltop. Sarah was already laying on one of the sleeping bags. The lamp was still on and I could help but notice Sarah 's curves and digit even with the loose adjustment clothes she was wearing. I set the cooler down on one of the log seats we had set up around the fire pit. I had set up the wood in the fire pit for a bon flak, however I had not planned on starting a fire tonight the light would interpose with observing the meteoroid exhibitioner.

"I have a few bottles of water, a few beers, and some early drinks on ice in the cooler. Have whatever you want,"I said to Sarah.

"I 'll birth a bottle of piss now if you do n't mind,"she responded."This is trusted a nifty, prosperous way to look at stars."

I grabbed a bottle for each of us. I lay down on the former sleeping bag and handed the bottleful of water to Sarah. I shut the lamp off. The stars in the sky became brighter.

"When does the show bulge out ?"She asked.

I looked at the prison term on my phone.

"Anytime now,"I told her.

"There are sure a lot of stars,"she said.

I started pointing out some of the constellations. Soon she started naming some of them. I was again impressed by her noesis. During high school day I had always assumed that she did n't experience much going on upstairs, but tonight she had definitely changed my mind. I was pointing out the constellation Perseus ( the peak in the sky where tonight 's shooting star appeared to originate ) when there were a couple of streaks of light.

"Were those the meteoroid ?"Sarah asked.

"Yes. It is starting it will top out in about an hour,"I answered."Just keep looking that direction."

We watched soon there were streak of light-headed across the sky every moment or so. After 30 or 40 minutes the relative frequency increased. Occasionally a larger streak would appear. about of the shooting star were likely just specs of grit. The turgid streaks may have been from small pebbles.

I explained to Sarah,"These are the remnant from a comet. The comet was named …"

"Swift-Tuttle !"Sarah interrupted.

Now I was really imprint.

"You 've been holding out on me. You know more than you have been letting on,"I stated.

"Ok, one of my line of work a couple of long time ago was a layout for a science cartridge clip article on meteor cascade. It explained when and where to expect for them throughout the calendar year,"she explained.

We continued to ascertain the show. We saw a couple of illustration off a meteoroid that broke into 2 or more pieces generating multiple streaks from 1 original rootage. I had seen this a few times before, but it sure impressed Sarah. Occasionally she would bear upon and caress the back of my hand. Each touch gave me a good feeling. The frequency of the shooting star began to decrease.

"You sure have it off how to put together a expert first engagement,"Sarah said matter-of-factly."May I have one of those beers now ?"

I was stunned and at a departure for discussion when she said"first date ”. First I had n't considered this a date. Then it hit me that she had said"initiative ”, implying there would be at least another. I gathered myself, got up, and retrieved 2 beers from the cooler. The beers were at the posterior of the cooler deep in the ice. I handed one of them to Sarah and lay back down on the sleeping bag that was side by side to her. Both of us were right handed and were drinking our beers. Sarah was on my right-hand side. Suddenly there were respective meteoroid streaking across the sky in ecological succession. I set my beer down and pointed up for Sarah to notice.

"That was a wonderful display,"Sarah said.

When I put my arm down Sarah reached over and partake my handwriting.

"Ooo ! Your hand is moth-eaten. Let me warm it up,"she said.

I thought she was just going to hold it. However she took it and moved it under the waist band of her pants near the interior of her left second joint. This caught me by surprise. Before I moved Sarah moved herself closer to me and my bridge player went between her leg. Her cunt was light shaven, diffused, smooth, and warm. She spread her legs giving me better access. It was obvious she wanted me to do More. I traced my finger's breadth around the outside of her kitty-cat lip. Sarah moaned lightly in appreciation. I could find the warmth coming from inside her body. I traced a couple of my fingers from the top to the bottom of her slit back talk. There was a cold-shoulder sum of money of wet that had escaped from between them and was now on wind of my fingerbreadth. After another groan from her I pressed my fingers between her cunt brim. She was already quite wet inside. I felt Sarah shiver. Then her reached over and rubbed up and down on the movement of my knickers. Because of what I had been doing to her I had already become semi-hard. The tactile property of her hand quickly caused me to harden completely. Sarah must have got definitely felt my penis pushing up inside my bloomers. She unsnapped the waistband of my pant and then unzipped them. My underwear pushed up through the gap in my pants. Sarah kept rubbing along my underwear. My member needed to turn tail, it was becoming uncomfortable. I used my other helping hand and was able-bodied to slue my pant and underclothing down while lifting my buns end off the sleeping bag. My phallus stood up in the air and Sarah immediately wrapped her fingerbreadth around it. She then pulled down her pants and I had easier memory access to her muliebrity. I pressed my digit deeper into her to additional appreciative groan. Sarah continued to move her deal up and down my quill. I moaned due the wonderful feeling of her finger's breadth. I was concerned I was going to explode too quickly. I had been over 3 month since Gwen had died. I hadn't had sex since.

I pushed my digit into her vaginal possible action and slowly pushed them in and out to phone of pleasure from Sarah. I was disappointed when she let go of me. However my letdown turned to excitement when she used her hands to pull her shirt up and off her body. It was very disconsolate outside. I wished so very much to see her nude.

"May I turn the light on ?"I asked.

"Sure, sure go ahead,"Sarah answered.

I flipped the switch on the battery-powered lamp. My eye got panoptic when the light illuminated her consistence. I knew she had great boob, however I was amazed at how tauten, round, and perfect they were. She noticed the flavour on my font.

She smiled and said,"I love that spirit. I haven't seen that looking at for a farseeing time."

"You look so marvellous. I never realized how you would look without your apparel. Yes, I thought about it, but the reality is so much more than I imagined,"I said.

"You can do more than just attend,"Sarah invited.

I rolled on my side to face Sarah. I had to take my right hand had from between her legs, but quickly replaced it with my left hand. I moved my justly hand to her approximate tit and began to massage it. It was very ardent, soft, bland, pliable, yet queerly firm and resilient. Her moans and ahs encouraged me to stay on. I then used my finger to circle the areola around her nipple. Her nipple case-hardened and began to protrude significantly beyond it's archetype level. I lightly circled the outside of her pap, then rubbed over the tip. Sarah softly squealed.

I realized that Sarah still had a hold of my phallus and was still firmly, but slowly, moving her mitt up and down the length of my shaft. I was still full length and very difficult. I had been so focused on the beauty in strawman of me I had lost focus on what she was doing to me. I looked into her eyes. She had a satisfied, but inviting, look on her nerve. She closed her heart and let out and soft"mmm ”, then her lips puckered. I could ask a intimation. I released her breast, to move to kiss her. I noticed there was some liquid state on my fingerbreadth peak. I assumed it was some perspiration. Our brim met. Her brim were soft, warm, and moist. Sarah moaned after we had been kissing for respective minutes. She opened her mouth slightly. I opened mine and before longsighted we were tongue wrestling and breathing heavily through our nose. Eventually we broke our lip lock.

"I loved the kiss. Bit, I was trying to get you to kiss my breast,"Sarah said between breathes.

I needed no farther prompting and quickly moved my back talk to her nearest tit. I immediately put my lip to her tit. I kissed her nipple before beating, then I started sucking on it. Sarah moaned again. Then something unexpected happened. I got some liquid in my mouth. The liquid state tasted like a warm sweetened Milk River. It was a very pleasant mouthful and although I was surprised I continued sucking and enjoying what I was receiving from her. After a few minutes I stopped.

"You are lactating,"I stated."You obviously have a sister. Are you married ? Does the father hold up with you ?"

I asked fearing there might be retaliation from a husband or fellow. She paused for a bit before answering.

She answered hesitantly,"I 'm sorry I didn't tell you I have a child. He is staying with my parents overnight. I didn't want to pick him up and stir up him up after the reunion."

She paused again.

"The don is in Golden State,"she said then paused before continuing."I … I was … raped."

I could pick up the pain and unhappiness in her voice.

"Sarah, you do n't need to uphold. I hear the pain in your voice,"I offered.

"No, I want to tell you. First I did n't know I was going to have a substantial connection with somebody at the reunification. While we were talking I should have told you. However I did not desire to scare away you away,"she said."Second as for the begetter of my child, he is now in prison. The soul that raped me was one of the two guys that had originally come to go with me and causing me to leave and go out on my own. One night I was out celebrating my birthday with some friends. Our indicate driver had just dropped me off. Just when I had unlocked my door he jumped me and pushed me inside. I had a little too much to drink and he easily overpowered me. He raped me there. He had a mask on. I pulled it off just when he finished. He ran off, but not before I recognized him. I immediately called the police force and he was arrested the next day."

"What a horrible experience,"I said.

"I found out 6 weeks later that I was meaning. I passingly considered abortion, but I couldn't do that. The baby was not to blame for what happened. I couldn't take it's life,"she continued."After the trial I decided to leave California and move back home. I would need assistant and sustenance to upraise my baby. My son, Tom, born about 10 months ago."

"You named your son Tom ?"I questioned.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind ”, she answered.

"You named your child after me ?"I asked.

"well kind of. My Fatherhood is named Tom too,"she replied."But I did suppose of you."

Throughout this time Sarah had continued with her hand job on my shaft. Her account had distracted me from the attention she had been paying to me. I shifted slightly.

"Do you want to kibosh ?"Sarah asked.

"Yes,"I said watching her expression tour to disappointment."But I would like to lead off on your other breast."

"Please,"she laughed while quickening her pace on my penis."I guess I have not scared you off yet."

I moved over to her proper breast. I kissed and licked around the mamilla. It quickly became hard and put up. I began to blow and again rewarded by her sweetened nectar. I sucked and swallowed for various proceedings. I moved to get on top of her.

"Hold on, I want to be on top Tom,"Sarah insisted.

I turned on my book binding and pulled her on top of me. She let go of my penis in the appendage. I loved the feel of her milk lade knocker pushing on my chest of drawers. I wrapped my blazonry around her and squeezed. We shared a long passionate kiss. When I released her She got up on her knees. She positioned my member to get into her. She slowly lowered herself until the head of my penis touched her warm damp pussy.

"Over 10 year ago I promised to make you a Night you wouldn't forget,"she said."I plan to keep that promise tonight."

"You have a dandy start,"I responded."I hope I can form it memorable for you as well."

She pressed down and I began to get into her. She was hot, slick, and cushy. It had been awhile since I had been inside a charwoman. The feel was something I had nearly forgotten. Suddenly something came into my head.

"Sarah, this is wonderful. I do not have a safe. Are you on nascency control ?"I asked gently.

"Thanks for thinking about that. You are truly a valet de chambre. I am on birth control condition,"Sarah answered then continued to run lower.

I closed my centre and concentrated on the almost untellable, pleasurable impression of her tight, slick, warm pussy. Her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed as she continued to take more and more of me into her. I reached up and my hands on her protruding tit. I began by softly caressing her chest away from her teat. Sarah drew a deep breathing spell and let it out.

"Ooo ! That feels wonderful. Be careful the nipple are tender,"she said.

I was surprised that she hadn't said something earlier when I had been sucking on her chest. I continued circling, moving closer to her mammilla. Sarah had moved all the way down on me. She paused there. A live up to smile crossed her face. I moved the ribbon of my hands over her nipples and began gentle kneading them. She swiveled her hips around providing me another terrific sensation.

"Mmm ! You feel so nice inside me. You are so long and thick. You fill me up so nice. It has been so very farseeing since I have had a real man inside me,"Sarah said.

"You 're so very stiff interior,"I responded."I feel my penis throbbing inside your tight pussy."

"My Doctor of the Church gave me some exercising to do after my son was born to tighten and tone affair up. I have been very fold doing those since,"Sarah stated.

I looked at her abdomen. At least by the light of the lantern there was no sign that she had ever been pregnant. I moved one of my manus down from one of her titty. I guided it down across her firm, snip abdomen. I circled my fingers around her navel. Sarah took in a bass breath and then let it out slowly before taking another abstruse breath. Her abdominal muscle muscles twitched at my touch. She took my hand in hers and lowered it between her legs. I quickly found Sarah's clitoris. Sarah jerked when I touched it. I continued while Sarah began to locomote up and back down on my rod. First it was just an inch or two. Her vaginal muscles loosened when she moved up, than squeezed when she moved back down. Both of us began to take a breather heavily as the stoke lengthened. Soon she was bouncing up and down with abandon. After a couple of minutes we were both panting. I felt the pressure building inside me. I started sweating and felt sweating cliff from Sarah's os frontale also. I exploded into her with a long grunt and arched my back lifting Sarah up. Then Sarah shook and shuddered. Her vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed spasmodically while she yelled"Yes ! Oh yes !"up toward the sky. When her orgasm ended she collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms and peg around her until our breathing returned to formula. I enjoyed feeling her body pressing on top of mine. I was still hard and still inside her. We kissed a very passionate kiss. We only stopped to get a agile breathing space.

"May I roll you over for turn 2 ?"I asked.

She answered,"I would care that very practically. Please be gentle and do n't make me feel trapped."

I guess this was due to past experience. I gently rolled her over to the other sleeping bag while still rich inside her. Sarah kissed my pectus as I started moving out and then back inside her. Her buss were soft and gentle, then she began to nibble on my nipple. I had never had anyone do this to me before. The feeling was unusual, but strangely pleasant and extremely enjoyable. I did my best to forbid Sarah from feeling trapped in any way. I started moving slowly in and out with poor stroking. I watched her knocker moving, bouncing up at down at the pace I was setting. I lengthened my separatrix and increased my speed. Her white meat moved farther and more rapidly. I loved watching them move under me. Sarah must has seen the grin on my boldness because she smiled back. I lasted a patch since I had cum just a short clip before. I watched as her eyes closed concentrating on the feelings she was having. I felt the boiling in my clump as my scrotum tightened up. I grunted and slammed deep into her. I exploded into her as her vagina tightened like a vice around me. She screamed loudly as her orgasm took control of her consistency. She writhed and trembled under me for a couple of instant. Once she became still. Not wanting her to finger trapped I rolled back to my original sleeping bag.

A few minute of arc later after we had recovered and cooled down I zipped the sleeping bags together. We climbed into the joined sleeping travelling bag and cuddled together enjoying the warmth of each other's torso. We fell asleep in each other's arms. We remained that way until the sun had been up for a couple of hr. I woke first. I watched her for various minute of arc before she opened her eyes. She sure was beautiful.

When she opened her eye I asked,"So what are we doing for our arcsecond escort ?"

"You 'll just have to hold off to get out,"she answered smiling .