One time we stopped at a house to pick up furniture. It was the home of former family members (long story). They were not home, but gave us a key and told us to go and get the pieces. We had been groping in the car for the entire trip out to their house. By the time we got there, we were aching for each other. Before I knew it Jack had me undressed and pinned to the floor of the dining room/living room. It was naughty which just added to the ecstasy. We fucked so hard we had rug burns and I thought for sure we damaged the rug. We knew that the uptight occupants would have been shocked to find us in flagrante delicto. I am sure the place smelled of sex for a long time afterwards. On the way home we were still so crazed that we had to pull over the car, in a subdivision still under construction, and have each other again in the front seat. The memory gives me goosebumps. Back then, each and every time we fucked (which for the first years was pretty much daily) I remember being both surprised and delighted at the size of his cock. He wasn’t only long enough to hit bottom, he was thick enough to fill me perfectly.

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