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GLENDA

... quite a while. Then as I began to reach towards my own climax, and told her so, she said "Oh, John, This is SO good! But I want you to know. I went off my birth control a couple of weeks ago because I ran out, and didn't think I'd find another boyfriend. Much less get you, the man I've always wanted. So this is for real! And I like it, and I want it! Oh GOD! I'm gonna come AGAIN! And this is gonna be the hardest come I've EVER had!" She wrapped her legs around me, and locked her ankles. I tried for a moment to dislodge her grip so I could pull out, but she is awfully strong and did not want to let go. I finally gave up and came inside her. She was right. It was one of the hardest orgasms she had ever had. Me too. It was a long, long time before we were even able to move. I barely managed to roll over to one side so that my exhausted body didn't crush her. We lay there in each other's arms, panting, and puffing, and trying to recover. It took a while. In fact we were both so wiped out that after consulting with each other a while, we both called in to work and reported ourselves sick. And we were. Love-sick. Remarkably, after a good breakfast, and another bath, and a long long time of kissing, caressing, and exploring each other's bodies, she managed to bring me up to another erection, and this time, we made long slow love. I explored every square inch of her sweet little body with my hands and with my lips with as much enthusiasm and skill as I possessed. She returned the ...

... favor to me, and we raised our mutual level of arousal slowly higher and higher. By the time I finally entered her again we had really done some serious exploring. Since I had expended myself twice already in the last 12 hours, I was able to go on and on and on. I gave this tiny girl whom I had seen grow up, and whom I had loved for years, orgasm after orgasm. I pleasured this small- sized woman whom I had known as a c***d, and who had loved me as a c***d and was now loving me as a woman, over and over again. When I finally had my own orgasm, she once again insisted on taking my seed as deep into her womb as she could, exulting over her possible fertility. Once again it was too good. Way too good. Not too good to be true, but too good to resist. Once again we lay cuddled in each other's now familiar arms, fulfilled, expended, relaxed, and totally happy. "John?" She said. "Hmmm?" I answered. "Uh, I think I have a problem." "You mean getting pregnant?" "Nope. I mean that I think that I'm gonna want to do this with you lots more. You're really a good lover. I've never enjoyed sex like that before. I thought I had really been there. But you really pleasured me something great. Just like I'd always imagined you would. Thanks" And she found my lips with hers and kissed me. "What I'm trying to say is that I love you, John." We gently explored each other's lips for a while before I answered. "No problem. As long as you don't mind hanging out with an old fella like me. And as long as you ...