wouldn’t trade either

Ok Mr Wouldn’t Trade…(#21985)

Here is a womans list of memories..hopefully not as long
and detailed as yours.

My first memory is of an older cousin (girl) showing me
how to rub my kitty and make it feel good. Can’t remember
the actual age, but was probably very young. It didn’t
really start feeling good till some time later.

I remember the first kiss, then later the first french
kiss.

I remember the first guy trying to get his hand inside my
panties…he didn’t. He dropped me soon.

A couple of guys later, the same results.

Then I went out with a guy that called me back, even after
I refused to let him get his hand on my pussy.

We dated for what then seemed like a rather long time
before he tried again. I remember well the first time his
finger reached my clit. Isn’t it convenient that the clit
is the first place a finger reaches when the hand is
sliding down the front inside your panties!!

I made him stop right away because I knew if it went very
long I couldn’t get stopped. That night when I got home
I used my finger and imagined it being his.

The next time I didn’t stop him when his finger started
working it’s wonders. When I decided to not stop him, it
just all went so easily and he was very considerate of my
first time. We have lost touch over the years, but I will
always be grateful to him for being so patient and waiting
until I was ready. It was short in duration, but it was a
beautiful start. After a few weeks of learning together
and improving, we broke up.

I thought I had learned it all because I could make love
with him and enjoy it. It thrilled me to be able to accept
his come, and I remember feeling good when I would go home
from our dates, and have to wash my panties out by hand
to keep my mom from finding out. This made me feel like a
woman.

For a long time I didn’t have a good boy friend and I
met a girl who taught me the oral stuff. Since no guys
would kiss my pussy, I decided to try with her. She was a
little older and knew how to make a pussy steam. Somehow,I
missed that cream oozing out of my pussy when the love
making was over though. It just didn’t seem right to me to
have my juices flowing and not be mixed with the creamy
come.

I made some attempts at satisfying her with my mouth, but
I just couldn’t get into it, and she left.

I finally found Mr Right, and we have been together a long
time now. Not long after the first time that he kissed my
pussy immediately before filling me up, he asked me to
marry him. It was a long time after that before I could
do the oral thing on him. I think there is only one place
for the creamy come…and my best nights are when I can
lay there after making love and go to sleep, feeling the
creamy mixture of both our love juices oozing out of me.

Yes Mr 21985, I think things were different 30 years ago,
I think young kids get started too soon on sex now days,
and try to learn it all at once.

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