For years he had fantasized about this. His first ever o****m had been in his bedroom, his fist flying over his teenage c**k, after staring at the wonderful curves of Lisa’s rear as she helped his mother put in a new flower bed. His first wet dream had placed her in a starring role, as his lust-addled mind conjured nighttime visions which had absolutely no chance of ever becoming reality. Lisa would come over to his house and casually strip down, declaring to him that she had been waiting for him to be old enough, and then initiate him into the mysteries of lovemaking.
But this was true. This was real.
He swallowed. But he wasn’t stupid enough to ask the vision of loveliness beside him if she was sure. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have given him the best blow-job of his life. And she woul
