” I felt a couple of tears drop onto my face and they made me ache for her. “Oh Patches, don’t cry. I’m OK. I was in no danger with you here.�...� “Patches,” talk about dredging up old memories. I hadn’t called Sandra that in years. She used to have an old-fashioned apron made like a patchwork quilt. It was another of those enigmatic gifts from Aunt Patty. Sandra had loved it and had worn it to death. Our Dad had taken one look and said, “My God! You’re covered with patches.” The name stuck. For as. I pushed my cock into her, as far as it would go. The muscles of her pussy clenched tightly around my codk. Amy screamed in my ear and wrapped her arms and legss around me. I lost it. My cock spewed into her spasming pussy.We lay there for a long time, holding each other and trying to catch oiur breath. Amy's body shook from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I never wanted the moment to end. Amy and I kissed gently. We both knew that something special had just taken place.I was afraid that. More

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