Her long, toned, and tanned legs were a sight to see. One day, I thought, I’ll give her more instruction. I held on, experiencing my intense orgasm. I then took each leg in turn, placed them over mine, and brought her in close to me. But later, I realised the subtle signs had been there from the start. I was rewarded with her little cries of pleasure. I knew she enjoyed this, but I wanted to implant this day in her memory. Her orgasm tore through her, and as it subsided, she collapsed on top of me. “I would very much like to,” I told her
“Good, I want you to be my first so much.”
“Damn, what’s woken up in you?” I asked, though, in a way, the Miranda I was with was the one I had seen on the pitch with her team—the girl who knew what to go for and when to go for it.
