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Gwen and I, my name is Tom, had grown up together since we were 3. We became serious supporter. Gwen was the most beautiful girl at school and had been elected to our eminent school homecoming royalty in our newbie, sophomore, and Jr old age. In the midsection of our next-to-last year Sarah Elizabeth moved to our metropolis. Her father had just become CEO of the biggest society in our urban center. She and her family moved into one of the most expensive home available in town. Sarah Elizabeth who we called Sarah E. to key out her from Sarah T. one of the popular girls at school. Sarah Elizabeth ( I'll just shout out her Sarah from now on ) was unlike from the early girls at school. Sarah dressed impeccably all of the time. She wore clothes that accented her looks and her design. Her hair was blonde, with some wave to it, and came down below her shoulder joint. She was on the tall side about 5'10"or 11 ”. Her legs were long and sleek. She was physically fit, but had the bender of a woman. Her knocker were tumid and were noticed by all the guys when she walked by. They were also a discussion subject of many of the lady friend. She quickly made many friends at the school.

Gwen and I continued to be just champion throughout schoolhouse, just outdo supporter. Because we were so close many at school considered us a match and believed we were boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, we had hugged on rarified occasions at the funerals of our grandparents or other family members. We had also kissed on a few function like each clip she was elected to homecoming royalty and the times after I had scored the winning handbasket in basketball games. But nothing of a true intimate nature.

After our senior yr started Gwen stated respective fourth dimension that she wanted to be homecoming queen. She became almost fixated on this during the workweek leading up to return. She became concerned when she discovered Sarah was also going to run for homecoming pansy. After the vote was taken Sarah ended up winning by less than 10 votes. Gwen was crushed. With assistance from her parents and myself she made it through homecoming week.

After the homecoming dance Gwen and I went to the smudge where we had spent many summertime days and even camped out nightlong. Gwen had worked in cahoots with our female parent to load down things in the car I would need for an overnight stay. The station was a holding previously owned by my grandfather before he died. It was purchased fully by my forefather by him buying my uncle's half. The holding bordered the Confederacy position of a lake, it had a hill with a gravid flat top that we had used for camping, hotshot gazing, and watching meteor showers. The belongings also had an old gemstone cabin on the other side of the hill from the lake.

After the homecoming dance Gwen informed me that we were going to the Alfred Hawthorne to expend the night. She had already spoken to our parents. That nighttime we made sexual love for the foremost metre, second 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 scientific discipline degree in data-based natural philosophy in 3 years. Then completed my PhD in theoretical physics during the next 6 years. A caller had approached me after I received my degree and was interested financial support inquiry and development based on my doctoral thesis. They paid off my school loans and offered me a substantial salary.

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

In the next few eld we had planned to get married and buy a theatre. However about year after graduation in late May I was devastated when Gwen was involved in an automobile accident and died as the resolution of her injury. I requested a 3 month leave to go home for Gwen 's funeral and then spend time at habitation around my syndicate for documentation. My ship's company graciously agreed.

After I arrived home I discovered that our 10 year reunion was planned for later that summer. I waffled back and forth as to whether to go. Finally my mother convinced me it would be soundly foe me to go and see some old friends of mine and Gwen's. Maybe even contribution some well-chosen computer memory and receive their commiseration. I bought a ticket for the event which was to be held at one of the respectable hotels in town.

Before the reunion I decided to spend some clip at"the hill ”. I had found all of the old camping paraphernalia which I had left in my old bedroom. My parents had left things in the bedroom in billet for when Gwen and I would come back from school for visits. I put the things in the car and went to the lake slope prop. There was a meteor rain shower 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 wall had been repaired, a new cap, room access, 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 juncture for fisher and hunters to cancel the toll of repairs. I had the key to the cabin, but I intended to tent out on the hill as Gwen and I had done many metre in the yesteryear. This meteoroid rain shower, Aquarid, was not one of the most spectacular of the year, but usually had it's present moment. I lay on top of the hill on my sleeping bag watching the occasional run of lights across the sky. Before yearn I was remembering Gwen, our time there, and wept heavily until I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was already shining senior high in the sky. I decided to follow back and spend the Nox again in the centre of August the eternal sleep of the night after the reunion. The reunion was scheduled to end at midnight and the shooting star video display would start about 1:00 a.m.

Finally the night of the reunion arrived. Even though the hotel was only a brusk drive away, my judgment was swimming in storage of high school school. Unfortunately nigh of the retention turned into memories of Gwen. I arrived at the hotel and parked. My eyes filled with snag. I sat in the car sobbing trying to decide 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 back of my car. Brad was the captain of our basketball team our senior twelvemonth. We were both appetiser. I remembered that my female parent had said, it would be well for me to see and speak with my friends from heights 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 palace. I checked in at the table and spoke with the two women at the tabular array. Both of them had been ally of Gwen. They said that they were both surprise 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 tables and a snack bar set up on one side of meat of the room and a dance floor with a DJ setting up on the other English of the room. I spotted Brad and the other freshman on the basketball team sitting together with who I assumed were their better half. I walked over to the board and was greeted very warmly by all there. 2 of the ladies there were from our family. They were Jim and Eric 's wife now. Brad had his girlfriend there and Robert had his wife who was from the sophomore year when we elder. I was asked to join them. I grabbed a death chair from a nearby table and sat down with my back to the entranceway. I appreciated all the fellow feeling they offered for Gwen 's expiry. Then I enjoyed catching up on what they all had been doing. In the heart of our conversation everyone at the table suddenly became repose. 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 ladies at the table finally broke the secrecy 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 have got 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 tabular array. She sat straight in my line of descent of pot when I turned back to look the table.

"Everything ok, Tom ?"Brad asked after respective 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 radical up to appointment on where they were in their lives. I occasionally looked at Sarah. Sometimes she was looking my way. early prison term someone 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 dance. I was alone at the table. Several the great unwashed, both acquaintance of mine and friends of Gwen, stopped by the table to volunteer there condolence and ask how I was doing. I thought about going to the buffet, but I was not really feeling hungry. Eventually there was a time when neither of us had anyone at our tables. I was not sure what prompted me to go over to her table. I had no dislike for her, just the disappointment that she was homecoming queen rather than Gwen.

As I walked to her table she smiled. I took placard that Sarah had changed very piffling since high shoal. She still had gorgeous medium to long, blond hair with a salutary amount of money of wave. Her blue eye and nearly sodding facial features were still the same. It appeared that she was still cut and fit. When she had walked in I couldn't supporter but acknowledge her longsighted toned wooden leg. Her knocker were a passel to behold. They were large, and at to the lowest degree with her wearing apparel on, were well shaped. They were the ones that caught both the boy 's and the girl 's care during high 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 pee it. I 'm so sorry."

"Thank you !"I replied with rent filling my middle."The close few calendar month have been very hard."

Sarah moved to a chairperson next to me. I had already noticed there was change in Sarah boilers suit attitude. She was coming across as truly genuine and not the"I'm wagerer than you"and snobbish attitude she had in high schoolhouse. 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 Massachusetts Bay Colony near Bean Town. I had graduated with a B.S. in observational physics, then had gotten a passkey's and PhD in Theoretical Physics. I then told her I was working for a fellowship in the Beantown area.

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

She hesitated, then explained I had been living in California near Los Angeles until about 12 month ago. I have been back here since then. I went to college out there and received a knight bachelor's grade in multi-media Graphical Design in 5 years. During my second year of college I was approached by one of the early ma'am in one of my classes and asked if I would be interested in doing some modeling study. 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 phone number she gave me to set up n audience. They hired me on the spotlight. I took the job modeling clothing. You know wearing apparel, pants, blouses, shirts, and exercise dress. About 3 times a calendar week I would go clothes, get made up, and then pose for a photographer. ***********ed pictures would be used for ad in diverse spiritualist both mark and online. Everything went well for nearly a class. The pay was skilful and since my Church Father was paying for my college, room, and dining table, I now had supernumerary money for other things.

After about a yr of modeling the somebody 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 redress physical structure shape. She also told me that it would pay 30 % more than. She told me to think about it and let her know. I put my clothes back on and decided I would convey the swimming costume task when they came around.

I was surprise how often Sarah was telling me. We were not friends in richly school, nor had much interaction in high school day. We had shared a dance at homecoming and she had tried to get me to cope with up with me after the dance. Promising me a nighttime"I would never forget ”. However that was the Nox I spent with Gwen and we had intercourse for the number 1 time.

Sarah continued. I modeled clothing and swimsuits for the following year. I enjoyed the casual gain in pay. School was going well and I was learning both the educational and line of work side of matter. During my fourth year of collage the same person came to me and asked me if I would be interested in modeling lingerie. There would be an additional 30 % increase in pay over the swimsuit modeling pay charge per unit. It took me until my next modeling session for me to impart my solvent. I reluctantly accepted with the condition I could pooh-pooh the eating away of anything I deemed inappropriate. The lingerie mold Sessions were less frequent than bathing suit sessions, which were less sponsor than clothing modeling sitting. I was hoping to fine-tune that bounce so I knew this would be short-circuit condition.

Then something happened, the modeling agency put on a big push for example to go to a location shoot over wintertime break. I had already planned on going home for the holidays so I quickly declined. The federal agency then pushed for me to go to a location shoot during spring respite. I tentatively agreed. When I got back from wintertime breakout several of the models that had gone on the emplacement shoot were no yearner around. I asked about them and received no real reply. At college about 2 weeks later I saw one of the simulation I had worked with. I went over to her and asked where she had gone. Her response scared me. During the nights at and after the shoot she said she was constantly pressured for sex by the male photographer and other male staff. The former model said she couldn't wait to get back and quit. The adjacent time I went in for mould, citizenry at the agency put a full pressure to get me to agree to go to the positioning shoot over give gap. Based on what the one-time model told me I had no selection, but to quit on the spot.

"trade good choice !"I told her.

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

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

Sarah continued with her mitt still on top of mine,"I had saved a large component part of the money from modeling so quitting was not going to be a problem. During my shoemaker's last semester I realized I had made a mistake with my classes after talking to my counselor about graduation. Even though I would have enough quotation, I had missed one of the requirement for my degree. An appropriate course was not offered during the summer full term and I would receive to return in the spill to complete the course. I found an internship at a fellowship there and spent the summer working. In the downfall they let me impress to a part-time situation with hours that let me take the class I needed. The pay was pretty good."

"After I graduated the company offered me a full time position with a decent salary. I enjoyed the work, meeting new people, and using my instruction for piece of work I enjoyed."She continued.

"After about 3 old age they hired a dyad of guys that would be working on the team with me. Everything was fine for a yoke of weeks. Then the harassment started. It was leering look and then occasional inappropriate verbal remark. The comments increased from casual to patronize. Then it became sexually suggestive scuttlebutt. I complained to my director and then to human resource. It settled down for a suddenly meter, then came back. After a small number of unwanted touches, I made the decision to leave. I sent my resignation and my intellect to my supervisory program and H.R. and never went back. I received a 6-month recompense handicap after signing an agreement not to sue. I discovered an organization that contracted with independent graphical house decorator to do work for caller of various sizes. They took a pct of each job, but kept work consistently coming my way. I worked through them for a little over 2 years before I decided to move back and study for myself. I have a small function a few blocks away. I have a clerical assistant working for me."she again continued.

Her level stopped there.

"How is your business doing ?"I asked.

"Tom, it was hard finding work at commencement. But then some of my customer from California heard I was in business for myself. They started using me for their needs. Soon word got around and I had more work than I could address. I have one of my schoolfellow from college coming to work with me in a workweek,"Sarah told me.

Her voice had been such a joy to listen to. She had given me so a lot info about herself. I knew I wanted to get to eff her better.

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

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

We stood. I took her by the hand and we walked to the dance level. While we danced we were watched by a large 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 close-fitting together.

After the third or quartern song 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 plans to camp out and learn the meteor cascade tonight,"I responded.

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

"Yes the Perseid meteor rain shower blossom tonight a short after midnight. I have a great screening smear,"I told her.

She must have 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 like to."

We spent the relief of the night with each former dancing, eating, and just talking. I was storm how easy it was to talk with her. It felt like were goodness friends getting back together after a long clock time. We continued to get puzzled tone from many of my class fellow throughout the relaxation of the night. I continued to become more and more affect with Sarah as the Night continued. She came across as extremely intelligent. She was well versed in many areas including current events. The 10 years since high school day had been very good to her. She had changed little since commencement exercise although her tone had softened and it did not come along from make-up. Her skin was quick and diffused. I tended to have cold hands. I learned a lot about her phratry and she was very interested in hearing about mine.

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

"Sarah, do you to break for a modification of clothes ?"I asked."I have a change of apparel in my car."

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

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

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

"Sounds fine !"I replied."Do you have anyone to whom you wish to say adios ?"

"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 minutes after the cobbler's last strain ended.

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

"I'll variety 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 well-situated clothes, tossing my other clothes into the plump for seat. A few bit later Sarah reappeared wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and well-situated looking pants and shoes. She got in the car a patted my hand. I again felt some"electricity"go through me.

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

I drove out of Town toward the high-pitched school. I turned left onto the highway on the in the south end of town and followed it around the Dixieland end of the lake. I felt her hand movement onto the top of my leg. She just rested it there. I felt some fervour building. I turned into property by the lake. I drove the little More than a fourth of a mile to where the cabin and bottom of the hill were. I got out, grabbed the lamp, and a few early things. I led Sarah up to the top of Benny Hill with the light from the battery-powered lamp. We got to the top I put the lamp down and spread out the sleeping suitcase. The sleeping udder were great they would provide some shock absorber on the ground and had built in pillows. I had been planning to heap them, instead I laid them side by side because Sarah was here. It made for comfortable star/meteor gazing.

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

"This is a expectant berth 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 cooler and brought it up to the brow. Sarah was already laying on one of the dormancy pocketbook. The lamp was still on and I could help but notice Sarah 's curves and soma even with the loose accommodation clothes she was wearing. I set the cooler down on one of the log seats we had set up around the fervency pit. I had set up the wood in the flame pit for a bon attack, however I had not planned on starting a flak tonight the light would interfere with observing the meteor shower.

"I have a few nursing bottle of body of water, a few beers, and some former drunkenness on ice in the cooler. Have whatever you want,"I said to Sarah.

"I 'll have a bottle of water now if you do n't heed,"she responded."This is sure a great, comfortable way to look at stars."

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

"When does the show start ?"She asked.

I looked at the time on my phone.

"Anytime now,"I told her.

"There are sure enough a lot of star,"she said.

I started pointing out some of the constellation. Soon she started naming some of them. I was again impressed by her knowledge. During high schooltime I had always assumed that she did n't have much going on upstairs, but tonight she had definitely changed my mind. I was pointing out the constellation Perseus ( the point in the sky where tonight 's meteoroid appeared to grow ) when there were a twosome of streaks of light.

"Were those the meteors ?"Sarah asked.

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

We watched soon there were streaks of light across the sky every min or so. After 30 or 40 moment the frequency increased. Occasionally a turgid streak would appear. Most of the meteor were likely just specification of gumption. The larger streak may have been from minuscule pebbles.

I explained to Sarah,"These are the leftover 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 Thomas More than you have been letting on,"I stated.

"Ok, one of my jobs a duad of class ago was a layout for a science magazine article on meteor showers. It explained when and where to calculate for them throughout the calendar year,"she explained.

We continued to find out the show. We saw a couple of examples off a meteoroid that broke into 2 or Thomas More pieces generating multiple streaks from 1 master copy source. I had seen this a few prison term before, but it sure impressed Sarah. Occasionally she would touch and caress the back of my bridge player. Each touch gave me a commodity touch sensation. The frequency of the meteor began to decrease.

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

I was stunned and at a deprivation for Bible when she said"first date ”. First I had n't considered this a date. Then it hit me that she had said"first ”, implying there would be at least another. I gathered myself, got up, and retrieved 2 beers from the ice chest. The beers were at the bottom of the tank deep 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 position. Suddenly there were various meteors streaking across the sky in sequence. I set my beer down and pointed up for Sarah to notice.

"That was a terrific display,"Sarah said.

When I put my arm down Sarah reached over and contact my hand.

"Ooo ! Your hand is cold. Let me warm it up,"she said.

I thought she was just going to declare it. However she took it and moved it under the shank banding of her pants near the inside of her allow for thigh. This caught me by surprise. Before I moved Sarah moved herself secretive to me and my hand went between her stage. Her cunt was fairly shaven, soft, unruffled, and warm. She spread her legs giving me better access. It was obvious she wanted me to do more. I traced my fingers around the outside of her pussy lips. Sarah moaned lightly in appreciation. I could feel the passion coming from inside her dead body. I traced a couple of my digit from the top to the bottom of her purulent back talk. There was a slight amount of wet that had escaped from between them and was now on tips of my fingerbreadth. After another groan from her I pressed my finger's breadth between her pussy lips. She was already quite wet inside. I felt Sarah shiver. Then her reached over and rubbed up and down on the front 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 possess definitely felt my penis pushing up inside my pants. She unsnapped the waistband of my pants and then unzipped them. My underclothes pushed up through the opening in my knickers. Sarah kept rubbing along my underwear. My member needed to bunk, 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 phallus stood up in the air and Sarah immediately wrapped her fingerbreadth around it. She then pulled down her pants and I had light memory access to her womanhood. I pressed my fingers deeper into her to additional appreciative moan. Sarah continued to move her handwriting up and down my gibe. I moaned due the wonderful intuitive feeling of her fingers. I was concerned I was going to explode too quickly. I had been over 3 months since Gwen had died. I hadn't had sex since.

I pushed my fingers into her vaginal first step and slowly pushed them in and out to strait of pleasance from Sarah. I was disappointed when she let go of me. However my disappointment turned to excitement when she used her hands to pull her shirt up and off her soundbox. It was very dark outside. I wished so very much to see her nude.

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

"Sure, sure as shooting go ahead,"Sarah answered.

I flipped the permutation on the battery-powered lamp. My oculus got full when the light illuminated her torso. I knew she had large breasts, however I was amazed at how stiff, round, and perfect they were. She noticed the looking at on my grimace.

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

"You look so wonderful. I never realized how you would calculate without your wearing apparel. Yes, I thought about it, but the world is so much Sir Thomas More than I imagined,"I said.

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

I rolled on my side to face Sarah. I had to remove my right field had from between her legs, but quickly replaced it with my left hand. I moved my right mitt to her nigh bosom and began to knead it. It was very warm, gentle, smooth out, fictile, yet strangely firm and resilient. Her groan and ahs encouraged me to persist in. I then used my finger's breadth to encircle the areola around her mamilla. Her teat case-hardened and began to jut significantly beyond it's original floor. I lightly circled the outside of her nipple, then rubbed over the tip. Sarah softly squealed.

I realized that Sarah still had a hold of my penis and was still firmly, but slowly, moving her hired man up and down the length of my dig. I was still wax distance and very backbreaking. I had been so focused on the beauty in front of me I had lost focus on what she was doing to me. I looked into her eyes. She had a fill, but inviting, look on her fount. She closed her eyes and let out and soft"mmm ”, then her lips puckered. I could take a intimation. I released her knocker, to act to buss her. I noticed there was some liquidity on my finger tips. I assumed it was some sweat. Our lips met. Her sassing were soft, warm, and moist. Sarah moaned after we had been kissing for various minutes. She opened her mouth slightly. I opened mine and before long we were glossa grapple and breathing heavily through our noses. Eventually we broke our lip lock.

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

I needed no further prompting and quickly moved my back talk to her nigh breast. I immediately put my lips to her mammilla. I kissed her teat before drubbing, then I started sucking on it. Sarah moaned again. Then something unexpected happened. I got some liquid in my back talk. The liquid state tasted like a warm sweetened milk. It was a very pleasant taste sensation 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 baby. Are you married ? Does the father inhabit with you ?"

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

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

She paused again.

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

I could discover the pain and unhappiness in her voice.

"Sarah, you do n't ask to continue. I hear the pain in your vocalism,"I offered.

"No, I want to recount you. beginning I did n't know I was going to make a solid connection with soul at the reunion. While we were talking I should give told you. However I did not desire to scare off you away,"she said."Second as for the don of my baby, he is now in prison. The someone that raped me was one of the two guy rope that had originally come to work with me and causing me to exit and go out on my own. One night I was out celebrating my birthday with some friends. Our doom 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 masquerade party 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 next day."

"What a horrible experience,"I said.

"I found out 6 hebdomad later that I was pregnant. I passingly considered abortion, but I couldn't do that. The child was not to pick for what happened. I couldn't take it's life,"she continued."After the trial I decided to go away Golden State and travel back dwelling. I would need help and keep to raise my child. 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.

"fountainhead sort of. My father is named Tom too,"she replied."But I did suppose of you."

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

"Do you desire to give up ?"Sarah asked.

"Yes,"I said watching her expression number to disappointment."But I would like to start on your other breast."

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

I moved over to her right breast. I kissed and licked around the nipple. It quickly became laborious and erect. I began to suck and again rewarded by her sweet ambrosia. I sucked and swallowed for several minutes. I moved to get on top of her.

"Hold 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 process. I loved the smell of her Milk load knocker pushing on my chest. I wrapped my implements of war around her and squeezed. We shared a long passionate candy kiss. When I released her She got up on her knees. She positioned my member to record her. She slowly lowered herself until the head of my penis touched her warm damp twat.

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

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

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

"Sarah, this is wonderful. I do not accept a condom. Are you on giving birth control ?"I asked gently.

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

I closed my centre and concentrated on the almost indefinable, enjoyable feeling of her tight, glossy, warm puss. Her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed as she continued to take more and more of me into her. I reached up and my script on her protruding knocker. I began by softly caressing her bosom away from her pap. Sarah drew a inscrutable breath and let it out.

"Ooo ! That feels wondrous. Be measured the nipple are supply ship,"she said.

I was surprised that she hadn't said something earlier when I had been sucking on her breasts. I continued circling, moving closer to her mamilla. Sarah had moved all the way down on me. She paused there. A live up to smile crossed her face. I moved the medallion of my manpower over her tit and began gentle kneading them. She swiveled her articulatio coxae 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 long since I have had a veridical man inside me,"Sarah said.

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

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

I looked at her venter. At least by the light of the lantern there was no signboard that she had ever been pregnant. I moved one of my hands down from one of her boob. I guided it down across her firm, clip stomach. I circled my fingers around her umbilicus. Sarah took in a deep hint and then let it out slowly before taking another deep breath. Her abdominal brawniness twitched at my feeling. She took my script 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 locomote up and back down on my rod. first it was just an column inch or two. Her vaginal musculus loosened when she moved up, than squeezed when she moved back down. Both of us began to respire heavily as the stoke lengthened. Soon she was bouncing up and down with wantonness. After a couple of transactions we were both panting. I felt the air pressure construction inside me. I started sweating and felt perspiration drop from Sarah's forehead also. I exploded into her with a long grunt and arched my spine 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 wooden leg around her until our external respiration returned to normal. I enjoyed feeling her body pressing on top of mine. I was still punishing and still inside her. We kissed a very passionate kiss. We only stopped to get a quick breather.

"May I roll you over for round of drinks 2 ?"I asked.

She answered,"I would like that very much. Please be gentle and do n't make me find trapped."

I guess this was due to past times experience. I gently rolled her over to the other sleeping bag while still late inside her. Sarah kissed my chest as I started moving out and then back inside her. Her kisses were soft and gentle, then she began to nibble on my mammilla. I had never had anyone do this to me before. The opinion was unusual, but strangely pleasant and extremely enjoyable. I did my in force to prevent Sarah from feeling trapped in any way. I started moving slowly in and out with short strokes. I watched her breasts moving, bouncing up at down at the pace I was setting. I lengthened my stroke and increased my fastness. Her breasts moved farther and more rapidly. I loved watching them move 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 suddenly time before. I watched as her eyes closed concentrating on the feelings she was having. I felt the boiling in my nut as my scrotum tightened up. I grunted and slammed cryptical into her. I exploded into her as her vagina tightened like a frailty around me. She screamed loudly as her orgasm took ascendence of her body. She writhed and trembled under me for a brace of minutes. Once she became still. Not wanting her to experience trapped I rolled back to my original sleeping bag.

A few minutes later after we had recovered and cooled down I zipped the sleeping bags together. We climbed into the joined sleeping dish and cuddled together enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. We fell asleep in each early's sleeve. We remained that way until the sun had been up for a couple of hours. I woke first. I watched her for various minutes before she opened her oculus. She sure was beautiful.

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

"You 'll just have to expect to find out,"she answered smiling .