A Good French Job Was Enough To Get His Point Across

Leaving college, out in the big bad world, I was sure that in no time I would get my woman wings. But what happened I never expected. A man, meaning twenty years older, got interested in me and started separating me from the herd. At a lunch he took one side of the booth herding me in beside him.

After lunch, where he held my hand under the table, held my thigh above my skirt line, put his arm around me daring other guys to 'look' at me. At the car before seating me he kissed me, opening my mouth with his tongue. He sat men, put the seat belt on me, grabbed my boob and kissed me again, giving me tongue. After a minute he told me put my tongue in his mouth and let him run his tongue in my mouth.

That day, in that car I earned my woman wings, he took me as his and never let go. By the time he had intercourse with me I was already 'not' a virgin to him. When he needs to let me know who he is, he kisses me and gives me tongue and sucks hard on mine. His penis, hard or not, in me or in my hand, is just 'sex'. No biggie.