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Rodeo Girl

... lifted my flouncy dress with its folds of material and pressed her lips to my panties and the outline of my emerging erection. I was trembling and sighed deeply as she gently pulled my panties down and eased my cock free. I rolled my eyes as she took me in her mouth and began to show me exactly what you had to do to get a trophy for giving a BJ. It was good, so very good. She knew how to use her lips, her tongue and her hands. She had this amazing way of sucking, squeezing and licking, but most of all she had this amazing ability to read my mind and know exactly what I needed. I persuaded her to lie on the bed with me and adopt a sixty nine, side by side. She tasted of honey, smelt of vanilla and was as smooth and warm as a baby. My lips and tongue enjoyed exploring her folds and lapping at her clitoris as she continued to work her magic. I came first, after all, she was the expert, but she followed soon after and had saved some of my cum for me as we kissed.

It was such a wonderful evening, and the most serene night, and she even woke me up with her speciality. Any tiny lingering doubts I had about my feelings for her had well and truly been dispelled, but I was still not sure if my feelings were reciprocated. I knew she liked me, liked me a lot, and probably loved me, but did she. Could I invest my life in her? She was such a hard one to read and I did not feel brave enough to use that four lettered word and potentially spoil everything. I knew that some people found ...

... commitment difficult to deal with, that others were insecure and doubted themselves, and others were just far too independent to be tied to someone else. I vowed that it did not matter. Her actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

I had promised George that he could see the 'boobies' he had gifted me even though he had said that was completely unnecessary. I wanted him to see them and I also needed to give him his present so I put my innermost feelings aside and gave Karen a big soft kiss as I left. We promised to see each other again very soon, although we had no idea when because of Christmas. As we parted my eyes were welling up, but she winked and told me I was such a hottie that I could earn good money if I wanted to team up with her sometime. I did my best to hold back the tears, but my look of shock was not because of what she had said, it was because of what she had not said. I gave a hollow laugh and waved goodbye! Of course she did not know how I felt and it made me doubt that she loved me the way I loved her. I chastised myself for being so needy! But I was needy. I really needed her.

George was in really good form and his happiness shone from his eyes as he greeted me. He was now officially dating Clive the cameraman as he had posted pictures of them together on social media. He seemed almost indebted to me for making it happen. I was so pleased for him, but it did make me think of Karen and briefly reflect if I would ever feel that joy. He loved my ...