It amused me when at about 17 we met on the landing, me with the girl I’d picked up in a bar and Emma who had just gone out to take out the trash. But I was still curious, so I asked her:
“When was the last time you got your period?”
“The day before yesterday,” she replied, and I continued to penetrate her contentedly, convinced that I could cum inside her without any problems. I never saw her again, and from her parents I learned that she had married the boy she was not in love with, but who offered her an honorable future. She didn’t ask me what it would be like, she just stretched her lips towards me and as I kissed her, I slipped my fingers under her dress and began to caress her quivering pussy through her panties. I swallowed dryly a couple of times, then, when I came to my senses, said just so I could say something:
“To be honest, you look really good in those panties too, but the contrast seems to be lacking”. To be honest, she was wearing a little dress that more revealed than covered her athletic body. I don’t think she cared too much, but I felt the need to say it, so I continued:
“You realize that if I’ve never seen a virgin
