“The locksmith may be a few hours, Tracey. Then he put my hand on it. As I sat on Mr Lewis’s couch, watching show strange television show, I couldn’t help but notice his frequent glances towards me. I went to go home to shower and I found that I had locked myself out. “Thank you Tracey”, he kissed me then pulled himself off and out of me. I never saw myself as the type of girl who was pretty, a girl who turned heads and got boys attention. I hurt and I made him stop. So I do apologise for that, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. He turned back to the TV but he didn’t remove his hand from my knee. It’s up to you.” He said kissing my virgin hole tenderly. Mr Lewis was very understanding of my situation and even offered to call the locksmith while I showered. My body violently thrashed in orgasm as I gasped and cried out in ecstasy.
