#157648 - “My God, Jim,” she mewled softly, “I thought our first fuck was fantastic, but it was nothing compared to that! I guess that’s what it feels like for a guy to be on top of a girl, fucking himself into her, making himself go off! I don’t know what was better, cumming myself, or feeling you shoot your stuff in me! Jesus, but I love you, big brother!” With that, she collapsed into my arms, and I held her tightly to me, trying desperately to recapture that moment of our common orgasms. I must have dozed for a good hour, lost in the luxury of no deadline, no responsibility, and no worry about whether or not Joanne woke up because of me. A few seconds later, and my briefs were somewhere at the very bottom of the sleeping bag.