Hannah

I first fucked Hannah a week after her 18th birthday, when I was 33. She was the daughter of a married couple I worked with. I met her when she would come to the office after school. Her pussy was amazing and she was a total beast in bed. Like many teenagers, she worked in the food service industry part time and after a long shift, she would often come to my house and let me eat her out before heading home for the night. After work, she had the delicious taste of unwashed pussy and french fries. The summer we were together was a nut draining one and she moved on to bigger and better things pretty quickly. I missed the sex a lot, but she was fucking her way across town and barely gave me a second thought. We kept in touch over the years, but rarely spoke or saw one another. Then out of the blue 10 years after we last fucked, she began texting me with strong implications of wanting to get back together. And we did. At least for one night. She was divorced and I was now married, and my wife was out of town for a week. Hannah showed up at my house and we fucked for several hours. I ate her ass and pussy so good she screamed in orgasm. After I shot my load, I immediately felt guilty for cheating and declined on us getting together again the next night. This pissed her off so she found some other dude to fuck and told me all about it. Fast forward six months later, and she was pregnant with that guys kid. She’s now remarried with three kids, all from different men: One from her first husband, one from the one night stand guy, and one from her second husband. That was at last count.

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