And that "quickie" on Chris's part was just fine with me at the time. I didn't have an erection while Chris was fucking me that second time around, and so the truth was that I really didn't feel like having sex anymore anyway. At this point, I was really just "going through the motions," mostly as a favor to Chris; but also to keep me from having to suck his dick--and especially from having to let him ejaculate in my mouth--which is what he was originally wanting me to do (before I surprised him during our "sexual bargaining" phase of this afternoon's sexual encounter, by offering to let him butt-fuck me). By the way, this was the very first time that Chris ever orgasmed and ejaculated twice during one of our sexual encounters. And, as you may have already figured out for yourself, this wouldn't be the last time that Chris and I had anal intercourse with each other. But, believe it or not, Chris and I didn't butt-fuck very often, because we quickly found out that there were a couple of fairly unpleasant drawbacks to us having anal intercourse with each other. Butt-fucking, by its very nature, turned out be an extremely messy proposition, with an extraordinary amount of fairly-unpleasant, post-sex cleanup involved. Not only that, but whenever Chris and I were finished having anal intercourse with each other during one of our typical late afternoon sexual encounters, we would both inevitably end up with a pretty bad case of diarrhea for the rest of the evening; and sometimes, even well into the next day. Because of those unpleasant drawbacks, Chris and I decided to save butt-fucking for those "special occasions," when we both just happened to be feeling exceptionally horny at the time. MILESTONE 5 A Fitting Farewell for a Horny Friend My horny friend and I have sex together for the very last mature time... My horny friend and I slowly drifted apart after those first three or four months of hot and heavy sex. By the end of the fourth month of our secret sexual relationship, we were getting together to have sex approximately two or three times a week. And by the fifth month we were only having sex about once a week. By the end indian of the sixth month, Chris and I were no longer having sex on a regular basis (meaning that even though we still did have sex every once in a while, it was a very spotty and spur-of-the-moment type of thing that was quickly tapering off), as we both went our separate ways, and focused more and more of our attention and time on getting--and hopefully keeping--girlfriends. By the time our final year of high school was winding down and getting ready to end, Chris and I had stopped having sex with each other altogether. And I realized that our longtime secret sexual relationship had pretty much run its natural course, and was now over with. Then one Saturday summer evening at around 8 o'clock, about a month and a half after our high school graduation, Chris unexpectedly showed up at the front doorstep of my home, and he actually begged me to have sex with him one last time “just for old time’s sake,” promising me that it would be the very last time that he would ever ask me to have sex with him. Mind you, it had been about two months since the last time that Chris and I had had sex together. And believe it or not, I really didn't feel like having sex with him anymore. Thanks to my on-going senior year sexual relationship with Chris--in addition to the occasional jack-off session here and there that I had participated in with a few other male friends of mine (just for the record, I never jacked off with more than one friend at a time, which meant that I never got lucky enough to experience a true "circle jerk")--I had already managed to satisfy every bit of bisexual curiosity that I ever had, and I was now more than content with living a 100% heterosexual lifestyle. But I also couldn't help but feel sorry for Chris, because I knew that his luck with "chasing girls" wasn’t going so great, what with his chubby body and all. And it was obvious to me that he had to be feeling super-horny that night. I mean, I could see that he was actually starting to get a hard-on bulge at the front of his pants crotch, just from talking with softcore me on the front porch for Indian Girls Fucking a couple of minutes. So, despite my lack of enthusiasm for the idea of having another sexual encounter with Chris, I went ahead and reluctantly agreed to go out with him for a ride in his grandfather's large, light salmon-colored, 1960's Buick that night. Basically, I figured that it couldn't really hurt anything for Chris and I to go ahead and jack each other off one last time (“just for old time’s sake,” like Chris had suggested). When Chris drove off from my house that night, I had no idea where we were going. And Chris wouldn't tell me, either. He just said it was "a surprise." But I assumed that he was taking me somewhere private, so that he could have sex with me. Boy was I wrong! Chris drove us to the fairly well-lit parking lot of a still-open-for-business public library that was located on the grounds of a public park. And then tits he drove around the side of the library building itself (in order to put a little distance between us, and the other coming-and-going library patrons), and then parked his car in the shadow of a big tree, and shut off the engine. And to the best of my memory, our ensuing conversation went something along these lines: "You wanna have sex right here ?" I asked in total disbelief. "Sure. Her small frame easily sitting within his lap, wrapped in his strong arms. Nodding Artemis continued. dick in my hands as I guided it to my waiting pussy. Once again, the traffic was brutal, and it tits took nearly an hour to get to the hospital. "We need to make a raft to get him out to the ship. They played in the skimpiest micro bikinis that often failed to contain their tits, revealing all their glory. are you planning to sleep there? “No, not at all. Ava “I heard you were staying with us,” she groaned. She cuddled him so very affectionately and Indian Girls Fucking when he came back to his senses began to talk in low undertones, with a lot of warmth in her voice. I started going through her profile, checking her softcore out and eventually I was stroking myself to her pictures. After the couple moved off, Gwen had asked who Shelly was, and he came clean, that he was married. There is only one indian mark mature permitted on her – the swirling pattern of the slave imprint on the side of her face. Sarah was enjoying breakfast when her phone chirped. After a few minutes the inevitable happened and I started to cum. Her fingers were soaked, she was so horny.