“Anyway, keep it handy somewhere, because it was so good that I’ll come to repeat this scheme as often as possible.”
She kept her word because every few days she still came to see what I was doing with my dick and sometimes she was on the run but most of the time when her parents weren’t home she would stay for hours and her greatest pleasure was playing with my dick after we had sex. Just the day before her 18th birthday, she came to my door again, knocked, and after I let her into the apartment, she asked me directly:
“How do I look? I could feel her trembling, but eventually I pulled her away from me and wished her “Happy Birthday!” in advance, thinking that tomorrow she wouldn’t have time for me, as busy as she was going to be with the party. Finally she reluctantly put her hand on it and said:
“I didn’t think it was that big!”
I squeezed her hand on my hard cock and sat down next to her and began stroking her crotch, there in that desirable space I had glimpsed the day she had come to show me her coming of age dress. “What are you going to do with the towel?”
“Well I brought it so we’d have it in case we get tired from all
