Chapter 3

However, even with this current situation, I still can't be sure whether I should have sex with her. My heart is suffering from moral condemnation and lust. My body and soul are struggling with such condemnation and torture.

As it turns out, I already have a family and I am much older than her, so I shouldn't do this, but since she came to my house last time and stayed alone with me for one night (we each slept in the same room that night, nothing happened), there was always a sense of sorrow between the lines of the letter she wrote to me later.

She felt that she liked me, but her emotions did not receive a corresponding response. She felt that I was not looking down on her or looking down on her.

She thought that not only did I not express my passionate love, but I was not even willing to give her a purely friendly kiss. Her psychology was hurt by my indifference - the indifference she thought I was.

Now, if I still can't respond to her enthusiasm, or stubbornly block the passion being performed, will she feel more hurt?

I think that in our relationship, from a technical perspective, it is me who guides her, but from a conceptual and spiritual perspective, it is she who drives me forward.

Of course, it always means to behave yourself when you get cheap.

In fact, in that night, ordinary men could not and were unwilling to resist such temptation of carnal passion, especially the temptation came from a beautiful and youthful girl she liked very much, and she was so enthusiastic and proactive.

Unfortunately, I happen to be one of these ordinary men.

Although I also know in my heart that there should be millions of reasons to stop everything I have done to this girl now, it is all to not hurt the girl's feelings, the self-deception and despicable excuses, and the ugly instinct of men's greed for beauty, which prompted me to continue doing what I have now.

At this time, my hand moved upwards, lifting W's nightgown up little by little until her beautiful breasts were exposed...

I bent down and gently kissed her shame through her small panties.

A faint fragrance of a girl came to her nose, charming and holy...

My lips and tongue continued to swim upwards, along W's lower abdomen, navel, and ribs, reaching her breasts that I had rubbed and pinched thousands of times just now.

Because she didn't wear a bra, her breasts were immediately exposed to the light, exposed to me.

For an uninformed girl, her breasts are very plump, with two bowl-shaped cones, round and round, full and easy to hold. Her breasts are as white as cream, and her nipples are as bright as peach blossoms, which is particularly attractive.

I gently let my fingers stroke the circle around the edge of my breasts, moving around, little by little, towards the bright red nipples in the center.

I pinched and rubbed her breasts, sucked her nipples, licked her areola with my tongue, and nipped her nipples with my teeth.

For W, this feeling of excitement, shyness and excitement that had never been before made her gradually unable to herself, and she couldn't help but let out excited moans involuntarily.

Well… Her moans were soft and confusing, encouraging me to continue attacking her body.

My hands attacked up and down, and began to stroke and tease her shame.

W tried his best to endure and suppress himself, and tried not to speak out.

However, her body was trembling, and her mons pubis emitted a wet and hot breath. When I saw that the time was ripe, I raised my body and pulled her long legs straightened on both sides of my body up, and put them together in front of me.

In this way, her upper body and legs were at right angles, and I knelt behind her raised legs.

I leaned her legs against my shoulders and reached out to take off her briefs with both hands.

She lifted her butt so that I could take off her pants smoothly.

When I followed her raised legs and pulled her pants to the calf that was leaning against my shoulders, which was in front of my face, I suddenly found that there was a thin layer of toilet paper on the crotch of her pants.

(Is she menstruating?)

I was a little surprised, a little disappointed, and a little depressed.

If she had menstruation, things would have become quite funny.

When we overcome all obstacles and prepare to enjoy the final passion, we have to stop because of such unexpected situations.

I really don’t know if I should be secretly grateful or admit that I am unlucky?

Are you menstruating?I asked her with her legs from her shoulders onto the bed, holding her pants.

I just finished the day before yesterday.

She was obviously a little confused about why I asked this. When she saw her pants in my hand, she understood what I meant and said: Today I am with you, I always feel that it is wet underneath, and I thought it is not clean, so I put some paper on it.

So that's the case. I felt a strange feeling again. I still didn't know whether to be happy or complain, but I must have more joy.

Because in this way, I can not only have sex with her, but also don’t have to worry about any aftermath.

This is her safe period, allowing me to do whatever I want. Such a situation without any worries will undoubtedly greatly encourage me to release the devil in my heart as much as possible.

I threw away her pants, spread her legs apart again, leaned down, and looked at her vagina carefully.

Without the cover of her pants, the last hidden part of her body was completely exposed in front of me: on the lower part of her fair and flat belly, the curly pubic hair was black and shiny and neat, and it was properly covered on the small round mound.

The neat shape is like an inverted triangle, like an arrow pointing the direction, leading my eyes to her youthful vagina below.

Her labia majora are round and full, small and thin, with a thin slit hidden in the middle, extending from the tip of the pubic arrow to her perineum.

Below is her anus. Her anus is small, neatly wrinkled, pleasantly colored, and very clean.

The entire vagina not only has no odor, but also exudes the unique fragrance of the girl's body, which is intoxicating.

I used my left thumb and index finger to separate her labia to expose her clitoris. Then, while I gently rubbed her vaginal opening with my lips and tongue, I licked and sucked her clitoris with my lips and tongue.

Her vaginal opening was actually already wet. Under my rubbing and licking, her love fluid secreted more, moistening her vagina and anus, and even a trace of crystal liquid dripped from her vaginal opening to the bed.

Under my teasing, she could no longer hold back her moans, and she made a sound, Ah...

She put her hands on my head, trying to hold it down for a while, trying to push it away for a while, and then holding my hair tightly.

At this time, I could no longer bear it. I no longer thought about moral issues. I only had one thought in my mind, which was to immediately possess this beautiful girl.

I raised my head between her legs, reached out to take off my shorts, and jumped over, and my heavy body pressed completely against the girl's slender and soft body.

My angrily and firm penis was pressed tightly between my and her lower abdomen. While kissing her, I asked: Are you a virgin?

She shook her head and replied softly but clearly: No...yes.

If I was secretly happy to know that she was in a safe period just now, then now when I heard her say that she is no longer a virgin, I simply want to celebrate loudly.

Since she is no longer a virgin, I don’t have to bear the heavy psychological pressure of the broken place.

In my opinion at that time, having sex with a virgin must bear all the responsibility. If a girl becomes a woman, then she must be responsible for her life.

And having sex with a non-virgin is much easier and easier.

In fact, since I started dating W and I, the reason why I am not as enthusiastic and proactive as her is not that I don’t like her, but that this theory of virgin responsibility plays a decisive role in me.

I expressed my thoughts to her, either openly or secretly, during our multiple communications and phone calls after she first arrived at my house.

Now it seems that my thoughts back then were undoubtedly completely wrong, because no matter who you are, you must have the responsibility you should bear, and this responsibility is not strengthened or reduced by whether the other party is a virgin; but I did think that way at that time, and I did that.