“I mean, I knew that Art’s dick would throb, and that his sperm would be released in small spurts. Sex “Yes, of course I was.”
“So did you just start jacking Art off at some point, while you were playing with his dick?”
“No. God, I love fucking! Who knows? Were you dating this other guy at the time?”
“Yes, of course I was.”
“Did you let this other guy play with your pussy too?” Ray asked, as he was reaching across into my crotch to start fingering my crack and my clit. It was always in the back seat of his car. I mean, that’s why they’re called ‘pantyhose.’ Right?” I said, intentionally overemphasizing the word “panty,” in the process. That always seemed to really get him excited. All I did was spread my legs apart, and let him do whatever he wanted to do to my pussy. And by this point in our relationship, Art would also lift up my blouse, so that he could lick my breasts and suck on my nipples. “But unfortunately, it took me quite a while to figure that out. “He quickly reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulled out a white handkerchief, and shoved it into my hand, saying to me, ‘Here.
