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

QUICK BACKGROUND

Gwen and I, my public figure is Tom, had grown up together since we were 3. We became best friend. Gwen was the most beautiful girl at schooltime and had been elected to our high school day homecoming royal line in our freshman, sophomore, and next-to-last years. In the middle of our junior yr Sarah Elizabeth moved to our metropolis. Her father had just become CEO of the great ship's company in our city. She and her family moved into one of the most expensive houses uncommitted in township. Sarah Elizabeth who we called Sarah E. to distinguish her from Sarah T. one of the popular girls at schooling. Sarah Elizabeth II ( I'll just address her Sarah from now on ) was different from the other girlfriend at school. Sarah dressed impeccably all of the prison term. She wore clothes that accented her looks and her pattern. Her hair was blond, with some wave to it, and came down below her shoulders. She was on the tall face about 5'10"or 11 ”. Her legs were long and satiny. She was physically fit, but had the curves of a cleaning woman. Her breasts were with child and were noticed by all the cat when she walked by. They were also a word topic of many of the girls. She quickly made many friends at the school.

Gwen and I continued to be best friends throughout shoal, just salutary Quaker. Because we were so close many at shoal considered us a duo and believed we were boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, we had hugged on rare social occasion at the funerals of our grandparents or other syndicate phallus. We had also kissed on a few affair like each time she was elected to homecoming royal house and the times after I had scored the winning basketful in basketball game games. But null of a true sexual nature.

After our senior year started Gwen stated various metre that she wanted to be homecoming tabby. She became almost fixated on this during the workweek 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 to a lesser extent than 10 votes. Gwen was crushed. With help from her parents and myself she made it through homecoming week.

After the return dance Gwen and I went to the spot where we had spent many summer days and even camped out overnight. Gwen had worked in cahoots with our mothers to backpack thing in the car I would need for an all-night halt. The place was a property previously owned by my granddaddy before he died. It was purchased fully by my father by him buying my uncle's half. The place bordered the South side of a lake, it had a Benny Hill with a large flat tire top that we had used for camping, superstar gazing, and watching meteor showers. The holding also had an old stone cabin on the former face of the hill from the lake.

After the homecoming dance Gwen informed me that we were going to the Benny Hill to spend the night. She had already spoken to our parents. That nighttime we made love for the commencement time, 2d time, and third time.

After high school we went to the same college and shared an apartment off campus. I finished my bachelor's of skill level in experimental aperient in 3 years. Then completed my PhD in theoretic physics during the next 6 days. A company had approached me after I received my stage and was interested financial backing research and growth based on my doctoral thesis. They paid off my schoolhouse loanword and offered me a substantial salary.

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

In the next few year we had planned to get hook up with and buy a house. However about class after gradation in late May I was devastated when Gwen was involved in an motorcar accident and died as the result of her combat injury. I requested a 3 calendar month leave to go home for Gwen 's funeral and then spend time at home around my crime syndicate for livelihood. My company graciously agreed.

After I arrived base I discovered that our 10 year reunification was planned for later that summertime. I waffled back and forth as to whether to go. Finally my female parent convinced me it would be good foe me to go and see some old friends of mine and Gwen's. Maybe even share some happy memories and receive their condolences. I bought a ticket for the consequence which was to be held at one of the better hotels in townsfolk.

Before the reunion I decided to spend some time at"the hill ”. I had found all of the old encampment gear which I had left in my old bedroom. My parents had left things in the bedchamber in place for when Gwen and I would come back from shoal for visits. I put the affair in the car and went to the lake side holding. There was a meteor shower peaking that night one of several Gwen and I had camped out to see several clock time. When I arrived at the property I saw the melioration my begetter had made to the old I. F. Stone cabin. The paries had been repaired, a new roof, threshold, and windows. There was also an outhouse where there had never been one before. There was also now electricity running to the cabin. My Fatherhood had told me he was now renting out the cabin on occasion for fisherman and hunters to set off the monetary value 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 past tense. This meteoroid shower, Aquarid, was not one of the most outstanding of the year, but usually had it's moments. I lay on top of the hill on my sleeping bag watching the occasional streaks of lights across the sky. Before long I was remembering Gwen, our meter there, and wept heavily until I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was already shining gamy in the sky. I decided to come back and drop the Nox again in the eye of August the rest of the night after the reunion. The reunion was scheduled to end at midnight and the meteor video display would bug out about 1:00 a.m.

Finally the night of the reunion arrived. Even though the hotel was only a short thrust away, my mind was swimming in retentiveness of high school schoolhouse. Unfortunately most of the memories turned into storage of Gwen. I arrived at the hotel and parked. My eyes filled with snag. I sat in the car sobbing trying to adjudicate whether or not to go inside. I looked up and saw Brad and a cleaning lady in the rear-view mirror as they walked past the dorsum of my car. Brad was the captain of our hoops team our elder year. We were both starter. I remembered that my mother had said, it would be good for me to see and mouth with my friends 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 table and spoke with the two womanhood at the board. Both of them had been supporter 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 conveyed their understanding. I thanked them and walked into the large room. There were mesa and a counter set up on one side of the room and a dance level with a DJ setting up on the other side of the room. I spotted Brad and the early freshman on the basketball team sitting together with who I assumed were their mate. I walked over to the table and was greeted very warmly by all there. 2 of the lady there were from our class. They were Jim and Eric 's wives now. Brad had his girl there and Henry M. Robert had his wife who was from the sophomore socio-economic class when we seniors. I was asked to connect 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 center of our conversation everyone at the table suddenly became quiet. I noticed their centre directed toward the entrance. I turned my headway around and saw Sarah just inside the door looking around.

One of the gentlewoman at the table finally broke the silence asking,"Is n't that the one that beat out Gwen for homecoming queen ?"

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

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

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

I assured him and the others that I was ok. Sarah had as much 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 group up to date on where they were in their liveliness. I occasionally looked at Sarah. Sometimes she was looking my way. Other times someone had come over to her table and they were talking. After a bit the DJ started playing music. Eventually the yoke 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 friends of Gwen, stopped by the table to offer up 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 prison term when neither of us had anyone at our tables. I was not sure enough what prompted me to go over to her tabular array. I had no dislike for her, just the disappointment that she was homecoming queen rather than Gwen.

As I walked to her prorogue she smiled. I took bill that Sarah had changed very small since senior high school schooltime. She still had gorgeous sensitive to long, blonde whisker with a good sum of wave. Her blue middle and nearly perfect seventh cranial nerve feature article were still the Lapplander. It appeared that she was still thin and fit. When she had walked in I couldn't help but notice her retentive toned legs. Her breasts were a pot to behold. They were bombastic, and at least with her clothes on, were well shaped. They were the ones that caught both the boy 's and the fille 's care during senior high school school.

"Hi, Tom,"Sarah said as I got near the table."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 matter are not so well with you. I heard Gwen was in an accident and did n't make it. I 'm so sorry."

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

Sarah moved to a chair next to me. I had already noticed there was change in Sarah overall attitude. She was coming across as truly genuine and not the"I'm better than you"and snobbish attitude she had in high school. She put her hand on mine.

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

I told her I was living in an apartment in Bay State near Boston. I had graduated with a B.S. in Experimental Physics, then had gotten a Master's and PhD in Theoretical purgative. I then told her I was working for a company in the Hub of the Universe area.

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

She hesitated, then explained I had been living in Golden State 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 conception in 5 years. During my second base year of college I was approached by one of the former peeress in one of my social class and asked if I would be interested in doing some modeling body of work. She said she was working for a big agency that was looking girls. The job kind of got me off track getting my degree.

I took a chance and called the earpiece turn she gave me to set up n consultation. They hired me on the spot. I took the job modeling article of clothing. You know dress, gasp, blouses, shirts, and workout clothes. About 3 times a week I would go clothes, get made up, and then sit for a photographer. ***********ed ikon would be used for advertising in various media both print and online. Everything went well for nearly a twelvemonth. The pay was good and since my father was paying for my college, room, and board, I now had extra money for other things.

After about a year of modeling the person that hired me approached me after a photo shoot. She asked if I would be interested in modeling swimsuits and stated I certainly had the correct dead body shape. She also told me that it would pay 30 % more. She told me to call up about it and let her know. I put my clothes back on and decided I would necessitate the swimsuit Book of Job when they came around.

I was surprised how much Sarah was telling me. We were not friends in high school, nor had much interaction in high school. We had shared a dancing at homecoming and she had tried to get me to suffer up with me after the dance. Promising me a night"I would never forget ”. However that was the nighttime I spent with Gwen and we had intercourse for the first time.

Sarah continued. I modeled article of clothing and bathing costume for the next yr. I enjoyed the occasional increase in pay. schooltime was going well and I was learning both the educational and business side of thing. During my fourth year of collage the Saami mortal came to me and asked me if I would be interest in modeling lingerie. There would be an additional 30 % increase in pay over the swimsuit modeling pay rate. It took me until my future modeling school term for me to hand my answer. I reluctantly accepted with the condition I could rule out the wearing of anything I deemed inappropriate. The lingerie moulding academic term were less frequent than swimsuit sessions, which were less frequent than clothing pose sessions. I was hoping to calibrate that spring so I knew this would be short term.

Then something happened, the moulding office put on a big energy for theoretical account to go to a localization shoot over winter break. I had already planned on going dwelling for the holidays so I quickly declined. The agency then pushed for me to go to a location shoot during spring break. I tentatively agreed. When I got back from wintertime prison-breaking several of the framework that had gone on the location shoot were no longer around. I asked about them and received no real resolution. At college about 2 calendar week later I saw one of the theoretical account I had worked with. I went over to her and asked where she had gone. Her resolution scared me. During the nights at and after the shoot she said she was constantly pressured for sex by the male photographers and early male staff. The late mannikin said she couldn't time lag to get back and quit. The next time I went in for moulding, people at the representation put a full public press to get me to harmonize to go to the position shoot over spring breakout. Based on what the former model told me I had no choice, but to quit on the spot.

"trade good selection !"I told her.

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

She touched my script. It felt like electricity going through my hand and up my arm. I attributed this to a cutaneous senses when I was not expecting this.

Sarah continued with her hand still on top of mine,"I had saved a great share of the money from modeling so quitting was not going to be a problem. During my last semester I realized I had made a fault with my classes after talking to my counselor about commencement exercise. Even though I would receive enough credits, I had missed one of the necessity for my academic degree. An appropriate course of action was not offered during the summertime terms and I would have to return in the declension to make out the course. I found an internship at a company there and spent the summer working. In the autumn they let me move to a part-time position with time of day that let me take the stratum I needed. The pay was pretty good."

"After I graduated the company offered me a full prison term position with a comely salary. I enjoyed the work, meeting new citizenry, and using my didactics for employment I enjoyed."She continued.

"After about 3 twelvemonth they hired a duad of guys that would be working on the team with me. Everything was OK for a brace of calendar week. Then the molestation started. It was leering tone and then episodic inappropriate verbal comments. The gossip increased from occasional to shop at. Then it became sexually suggestive comments. I complained to my managing director and then to homo resource. It settled down for a short clip, then came back. After a small bit of undesirable spot, I made the decisiveness to leave. I sent my resignation and my reasons to my supervisor and H.R. and never went back. I received a 6-month compensation substantiation after signing an accord not to sue. I discovered an arrangement that contracted with self-governing graphical graphic designer to do work for fellowship of versatile size of it. They took a part of each job, but kept piece of work consistently coming my way. I worked through them for a piddling over 2 age before I decided to move back and work for myself. I have a pocket-sized part a few stop away. I have a clerical supporter working for me."she again continued.

Her story stopped there.

"How is your commercial enterprise doing ?"I asked.

"Tom, it was arduous finding work at first. But then some of my node from California heard I was in business for myself. They started using me for their demand. Soon word got around and I had more work than I could handle. I have one of my schoolmate from college coming to mould with me in a calendar week,"Sarah told me.

Her voice had been such a pleasure to listen to. She had given me so practically information about herself. I knew I wanted to get to know her better.

After a suspension I asked,"Sarah, would you like to dance ?"

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

We stood. I took her by the hired man and we walked to the terpsichore floor. While we danced we were watched by a large number of people. I had forgotten how it felt dancing with her. She was light on her feet and felt so good while we danced close together.

After the third or 4th Sung dynasty she whispered in my ear,"What are you doing after the reunification ?"

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

"I have programme to encamp out and learn the shooting star 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 cascade top tonight a minuscule after midnight. I have a great viewing spot,"I told her.

She must throw believed me.

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

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

We spent the rest of the nighttime with each former dance, eating, and just talking. I was surprise how promiscuous it was to talk with her. It felt like were good friends getting back together after a farseeing clock time. We continued to get puzzled looks from many of my classmate throughout the rest of the Night. I continued to become more and more impressed with Sarah as the nighttime continued. She came across as extremely intelligent. She was well versed in many areas including stream outcome. The 10 years since high schoolhouse had been very good to her. She had changed footling since graduation although her spirit had softened and it did not appear from make-up. Her skin was warm and flaccid. I tended to sustain insensate custody. I learned a lot about her kinsfolk and she was very interested in hearing about mine.

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

"Sarah, do you to stop for a alteration of clothes ?"I asked."I have a alteration of wearing apparel in my car."

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

That was the first time I thought about her staying and camping with me all Nox.

"You could follow me to my place after the reunion and I can change there,"Sarah suggested.

"speech sound delicately !"I replied."Do you have anyone to whom you wish to say cheerio ?"

"A few,"she answered.

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

She nodded and we separated. We said our goodbyes and met back at the table about 5 min after the net song ended.

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

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

We came across my car first. We both got in and drove to where her car was parked. She got out and I backed up to let her back out of her parking spot. 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 wearing apparel, tossing my other dress into the back tail. A few minutes later Sarah reappeared wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and comfy looking pants and shoes. She got in the car a patted my bridge player. I again felt some"electricity"go through me.

"Let 's go !"she exclaimed with excitement and prediction in her voice.

I drove out of townspeople toward the high up schooling. I turned left onto the highway on the south end of town and followed it around the south end of the lake. I felt her hand move onto the top of my leg. She just rested it there. I felt some excitement building. I turned into property by the lake. I drove the little Thomas More than a stern of a mile to where the cabin and bottom of the James Jerome Hill were. I got out, grabbed the lamp, and a few former matter. I led Sarah up to the top of hill with the light from the battery-powered lamp. We got to the top I put the lamp down and go around out the sleeping bags. The sleeping bags were bang-up they would allow for some cushion on the ground and had built in pillows. I had been planning to stack them, instead I laid them English by side of meat because Sarah was here. It made for well-heeled star/meteor gazing.

"I'm going back to the car for a few more thing,"I told Sarah.

"This is a great office 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 fundament,"I replied before going down to the car.

I grabbed the cooler 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 breaking ball and flesh even with the liberate fitting clothes she was wearing. I set the cooler down on one of the log seats we had set up around the firing pit. I had set up the Sir Henry Joseph Wood in the fire pit for a bon fervency, however I had not planned on starting a fire tonight the visible light would interfere with observing the meteoroid exhibitioner.

"I have a few bottleful of H2O, a few beers, and some early drinks on ice in the cooler. Have whatever you want,"I said to Sarah.

"I 'll have a bottle of weewee now if you do n't mind,"she responded."This is sure a bully, prosperous way to await at stars."

I grabbed a bottle for each of us. I lay down on the other sleeping bag and handed the nursing bottle of H2O to Sarah. I shut the lamp off. The stars in the sky became brighter.

"When does the display start ?"She asked.

I looked at the sentence on my phone.

"Anytime now,"I told her.

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

I started pointing out some of the configuration. Soon she started naming some of them. I was again impress by her cognition. During high school I had always assumed that she did n't have much going on upstairs, but tonight she had definitely changed my creative thinker. I was pointing out the constellation Perseus ( the stop in the sky where tonight 's meteoroid appeared to originate ) when there were a brace of stripe of light.

"Were those the meteoroid ?"Sarah asked.

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

We watched soon there were streaks of light across the sky every minute or so. After 30 or 40 minutes the frequency increased. Occasionally a enceinte bar would appear. Most of the meteors were in all likelihood just eyeglasses of backbone. The heavy run may have been from small-scale pebbles.

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

"Swift-Tuttle !"Sarah interrupted.

Now I was really impressed.

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

"Ok, one of my business a couple of days ago was a layout for a science magazine article on meteoroid showers. It explained when and where to look for them throughout the calendar class,"she explained.

We continued to catch the display. We saw a couplet of examples off a shooting star that broke into 2 or more pieces generating multiple streak from 1 archetype source. I had seen this a few fourth dimension before, but it sure impressed Sarah. Occasionally she would come to and caress the back of my bridge player. Each touch gave me a proficient opinion. The oftenness of the meteors began to decrease.

"You sure know how to put together a good foremost engagement,"Sarah said matter-of-factly."May I have one of those beers now ?"

I was stunned and at a loss for Good Book when she said"first escort ”. offset I had n't considered this a day of the month. Then it hit me that she had said"first gear ”, implying there would be at least another. I gathered myself, got up, and retrieved 2 beers from the cooler. The beers were at the bottom of the cooler trench in the ice. I handed one of them to Sarah and lay back down on the sleeping bag that was next to her. Both of us were right handed and were drinking our beers. Sarah was on my right-hand English. Suddenly there were respective meteors streaking across the sky in successiveness. 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 tinct my hand.

"Ooo ! Your hand is cold. 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 shank stripe of her trouser near the inside of her left thigh. This caught me by surprise. Before I moved Sarah moved herself tightlipped to me and my handwriting went between her legs. Her pussy was clean shaven, voiced, smooth, and warm. She spread her legs giving me serious entree. It was obvious she wanted me to do more. I traced my finger's breadth around the exterior of her pussy sass. Sarah moaned lightly in appreciation. I could feel the heat coming from inside her body. I traced a brace of my fingers from the top to the can of her pussy lips. There was a slight amount of wet that had escaped from between them and was now on peak of my fingerbreadth. After another moan from her I pressed my digit between her cunt sassing. She was already quite wet inside. I felt Sarah tremble. Then her reached over and rubbed up and down on the front of my pants. Because of what I had been doing to her I had already become semi-hard. The feel of her hand quickly caused me to indurate completely. Sarah must feature definitely felt my phallus pushing up inside my pants. She unsnapped the girdle of my pants and then unzipped them. My underclothing pushed up through the opening in my bloomers. Sarah kept rubbing along my underclothing. My phallus needed to escape, it was becoming uncomfortable. I used my other hand and was able to slide my pants and underwear down while lifting my rear end off the sleeping bag. My penis stood up in the air and Sarah immediately wrapped her fingers around it. She then pulled down her bloomers and I had easier admittance to her womanhood. I pressed my digit deeper into her to additional appreciative moan. Sarah continued to move her manus up and down my shaft. I moaned due the wonderful feeling of her fingerbreadth. I was concerned I was going to explode too quickly. I had been over 3 calendar month since Gwen had died. I hadn't had sex since.

I pushed my finger's breadth into her vaginal possibility and slowly pushed them in and out to phone of pleasure from Sarah. I was disappointed when she let go of me. However my dashing hopes turned to excitement when she used her hands to pull her shirt up and off her body. It was very sorry outside. I wished so very much to see her nude.

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

"Sure, sure enough go ahead,"Sarah answered.

I flipped the substitution on the battery-powered lamp. My middle got wide when the light illuminated her body. I knew she had large breast, however I was amazed at how firm, cycle, and perfect they were. She noticed the smell on my fount.

She smiled and said,"I love that look. I haven't seen that tone for a long time."

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

"You can do Thomas More than just look,"Sarah invited.

I rolled on my side to typeface Sarah. I had to remove my right had from between her legs, but quickly replaced it with my left hand. I moved my right bridge player to her skinny white meat and began to massage it. It was very ardent, soft, smooth, ductile, yet funnily firm and resilient. Her moan and ahs encouraged me to carry on. I then used my finger to circulate the areola around her pap. Her pap temper and began to bug out significantly beyond it's original degree. I lightly circled the exterior of her nipple, then rubbed over the tip. Sarah softly squealed.

I realized that Sarah still had a postponement of my penis and was still firmly, but slowly, moving her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was still broad distance and very hard. I had been so focused on the looker in strawman of me I had lost focus on what she was doing to me. I looked into her eyes. She had a gratify, but inviting, look on her human face. She closed her eye and let out and soft"mmm ”, then her sassing puckered. I could take a lead. I released her breast, to moved to kiss her. I noticed there was some liquidity on my finger's breadth tip. I assumed it was some perspiration. Our backtalk met. Her brim were diffuse, warm, and moist. Sarah moaned after we had been kissing for various minutes. She opened her mouth slightly. I opened mine and before farsighted we were tongue hand-to-hand struggle and breathing heavily through our noses. Eventually we broke our lip lock.

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

I needed no further prompting and quickly moved my lips to her nearest bosom. I immediately put my lips to her teat. I kissed her tit before licking, then I started sucking on it. Sarah moaned again. Then something unexpected happened. I got some liquid in my sass. The liquid tasted like a warm sweetened Milk. It was a very pleasant predilection 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 child. Are you married ? Does the Father-God live with you ?"

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

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

She paused again.

"The forefather is in California,"she said then paused before continuing."I … I was … raped."

I could hear the annoyance and unhappiness in her voice.

"Sarah, you do n't need to continue. I hear the pain sensation in your vocalisation,"I offered.

"No, I want to differentiate you. First I did n't know I was going to build a solid state connection with soul at the reunion. While we were talking I should give birth told you. However I did not desire to scare off you away,"she said."s as for the father of my child, he is now in prison. The soul that raped me was one of the two guys that had originally come to crop 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 intend driver had just dropped me off. Just when I had unlocked my door he jumped me and pushed me inside. I had a piffling too much to booze 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 and he was arrested the succeeding day."

"What a horrible experience,"I said.

"I found out 6 weeks later that I was pregnant. I passingly considered abortion, but I couldn't do that. The child was not to blame for what happened. I couldn't take it's life,"she continued."After the trial I decided to pass on Calif. and motivate back home. I would need help and support to enkindle my minor. My son, Tom, born about 10 months ago."

"You named your son Tom ?"I questioned.

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

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

"wellspring kind of. My father is named Tom too,"she replied."But I did think of you."

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

"Do you require to block up ?"Sarah asked.

"Yes,"I said watching her face routine to disappointment."But I would like to set forth 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 right tit. I kissed and licked around the nipple. It quickly became hard and erect. I began to suckle and again rewarded by her angelical ambrosia. I sucked and swallowed for several mo. I moved to get on top of her.

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

I turned on my back and pulled her on top of me. She let go of my penis in the mental process. I loved the tone of her milk laden breasts pushing on my bureau. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. We shared a foresighted passionate buss. When I released her She got up on her knees. She positioned my member to enter her. She slowly lowered herself until the headway of my penis touched her ardent damp slit.

"Over 10 eld ago I promised to pay you a night you wouldn't forget,"she said."I plan to keep that promise tonight."

"You have a great start,"I responded."I hope I can pass water it memorable for you as well."

She pressed down and I began to record her. She was hot, sleek down, and subdued. It had been awhile since I had been inside a woman. The feeling was something I had nearly forgotten. Suddenly something came into my head.

"Sarah, this is fantastic. I do not have a safety. Are you on birth control ?"I asked gently.

"Thanks for thinking about that. You are truly a gentleman. I am on birth dominance,"Sarah answered then continued to impress lower.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the almost indescribable, enjoyable feeling of her tight, slick, warmly pussy. Her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed as she continued to adopt More and Thomas More of me into her. I reached up and my helping hand on her protruding knocker. I began by softly caressing her breasts away from her teat. Sarah drew a deep breath and let it out.

"Ooo ! That feels rattling. Be thrifty the pap are tender,"she said.

I was surprised that she hadn't said something earlier when I had been sucking on her white meat. I continued circling, moving closer to her nipples. Sarah had moved all the way down on me. She paused there. A fulfill smiling crossed her nerve. I moved the palms of my helping hand over her nipples and began aristocratic kneading them. She swiveled her rose hip around providing me another fantastic sensation.

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

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

"My doctor gave me some drill to do after my son was born to tighten and tone things up. I have been very faithful doing those since,"Sarah stated.

I looked at her abdomen. At least by the light of the lantern there was no sign of the zodiac that she had ever been significant. I moved one of my hired hand down from one of her breasts. I guided it down across her firm, trim stomach. I circled my finger around her navel. Sarah took in a mystifying breath and then let it out slowly before taking another deep breather. Her abdominal muscles twitched at my touch. She took my hand in hers and lowered it between her branch. I quickly found Sarah's clitoris. Sarah jerked when I touched it. I continued while Sarah began to move up and back down on my rod. kickoff it was just an inch or two. Her vaginal brawn 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 min we were both panting. I felt the pressure sensation building inside me. I started sweating and felt sweating drop from Sarah's forehead also. I exploded into her with a prospicient 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 sexual climax ended she collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms and stage around her until our breathing returned to convention. 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 quick hint.

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

She answered,"I would like that very a good deal. 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 cryptic inside her. Sarah kissed my breast as I started moving out and then back inside her. Her kisses 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 good to prevent Sarah from feeling trapped in any way. I started moving slowly in and out with little strokes. I watched her breasts moving, bouncing up at down at the pace I was setting. I lengthened my virgule and increased my speed. Her knocker moved farther and more rapidly. I loved watching them run under me. Sarah must has seen the smile on my face because she smiled back. I lasted a while since I had cum just a short time before. I watched as her heart closed concentrating on the feelings she was having. I felt the boiling in my balls as my scrotum tightened up. I grunted and slammed cryptic into her. I exploded into her as her vagina tightened like a frailty around me. She screamed loudly as her orgasm took command of her consistence. She writhed and trembled under me for a span of minutes. Once she became still. Not wanting her to feel trapped I rolled back to my original sleeping bag.

A few bit later after we had recovered and cooled down I zipped the sleeping bags together. We climbed into the joined sleeping bags and cuddled together enjoying the affectionateness of each early's bodies. We fell asleep in each other's munition. We remained that way until the sun had been up for a couplet of hours. I woke first. I watched her for respective proceedings before she opened her eyes. She sure was beautiful.

When she opened her eye I asked,"So what are we doing for our 2d particular date ?"

"You 'll just bear to wait to incur out,"she answered smiling .