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I backed up against an old dresser we used to store stuff we should have thrown away years ago. In the dim light from a tiny basement window well, I swept the junk off the top and Paul lifted me up. As I unbuttoned his heavy flannel shirt, he pulled off my sweater. He began kissing my breasts even though I still had long indian underwear and a bra on. I fumbled with his belt when he stood up. Then his cool hands were under my top unhooking me in back. Soon I was topless. Paul took forever, kissing my neck, twirling my nipples in his fingers, kissing all around my breasts. He found out how sensitive I am underneath them. Then his lips wrapped around my nipple and I closed my eyes as my first little orgasm swept over me. "Oh god, Paul," I moaned. As I leaned back against the wall, Paul undid my boots and socks and began kissing my feet. I hope they didn't smell too bad. Then his kisses meandered up inside the legs of my jeans. This man is such a good lover. When he was kissing the denim between my legs he took a long deep breath and mumbled, "You smell so delicious." I couldn't wait for him to undo my jeans and slip them off. He began kissing my legs again through my long johns. I could feel everything now when his hand rubbed my lips and his mouth wrapped around my pussy. His hand was so expert, rubbing fast but gently across just the right places. "Oh god. Oh god." As he peeled the long johns down and started kissing my panties, the cold air told me just how wet they were. I should have been embarrassed - they were plain white cotton panties that I wear on days where comfort is all that matters – panties that I'd been wearing all too often lately. His ministrations there continued, rubbing, kissing, pressing the fabric between my lips and against my opening, sucking the juices from the fabric. I couldn't control my moaning as he slipped them off and his lips were touching my flesh. Two big fingers pressed into my vagina as his tongue played with my clit. A huge orgasm was sweeping over me as I writhed on the top of the dresser. I realized his jeans had fallen down around his boots. "Oh Paul, Paul. Fuck me. Fuck me." "I don't have a condom." "It's OK. It's OK. Fuck me." And he did. He teased me with his cock against my clittie and then put it in just an inch, with tiny strokes that drove me crazy. Then it was in all the way and we were groaning together in ecstacy. It would have looked funny if anyone had been looking, me on the dresser naked, Paul with his pants down over his boots and his open shirt still on, pumping away with my legs wrapped around him. It wasn't long before I felt his seed shooting out inside me. I guess he was pretty excited by then. What amazed me was how long he kept going after everything was spent. I guess I should mention that back then I had an IUD inside wife me so I couldn't get pregnant. The pill had bothered me and the doc told me she could give me one even though I hadn't had children. Paul and I gathered ourselves up and I led him back upstairs with my clothes in my arms and you know what dripping down my leg. As I start to circle my new clit I let out a small moan. At last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his shack, alone, cold and hungry. I could tell that he was pleased to hear this. I walked out with my cock swinging in the breeze as Amy requested. By actual age of sixteen, Glori was at that age in mental indian age, but Ria wife was at mental age of fourteen and her sexual experiences started then. she said WOW it was good! I was positive that would work. It isn't done." Becky's soft-green bra, matching her panties, came into view. I blinked twice, then finished getting dressed, the open door unnerving me. I walked over to my computer and shook the mouse to get the screen to turn on. “They are so soft… and suck-able…”