Not Really Grieving, Just Missing That He Won't Have Me Anymore

Learning to like it I got bent over a table and took a dick in my young tender vagina. By the time he got finished I liked it a lot and I learned to ask for more. This man died the other day, something to do with an undiagnosed heart problem. He just fell off his exercise bike. I'm going to miss him.

For me, well he was a grandfather type with grey hair and a manner which made it easy to want him to hold you and fuck you. I particularly liked the whole grabbing and undressing and positioning me for him. Being manhandled like that just feels really good. I can't say with certainty that he had a really big dick, but for me it was really big, I could hardly hold it in one hand. And sucking on it was like licking an ice cream cone.

He's gone now, I went to his funeral and dropped a flower on his coffin. I hope in the afterlife he finds a young girl to keep him company, one with a tender vagina waiting for his dick to unlock the desires within her. He unlocked my desires and that's why I am going to remember him.