Old cow eating young grass

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My neighbor has recently become quite a sight; she's Xiao Mei, a young woman who just returned from studying abroad. Xiao Mei is about seventeen or eighteen years old, breathtakingly beautiful, her beauty captivating. With her

fair skin, innocent face, and long, snow-white legs, she must have charmed many men.

Since returning to Hong Kong, she often comes over to chat with me, and we get along very well. However, although I like this girl very much, I dare not harbor any improper thoughts, because I already have a family. Although my wife isn't around, I've always been loyal to her, and even when she's not around, I've never frequented places of ill repute.

However, Xiao Mei often looks at me with a strange gaze, expressing great admiration and respect for my knowledge. She also confided in me. So I know that her mother prioritizes wealth when choosing a partner for her, while she herself values character. She said her ideal man is someone like me, but unfortunately, I'm already married and not a suitable candidate. She once said she would never marry a married man. Because of this, there seemed to be no restraint between us; our conversations were almost like those of a family.

It was another Saturday. At noon, I sat in the garden smoking, my favorite place to sit and daydream. Xiao Mei appeared again. She sat down beside me and smiled.

When she smiled, she smiled with her eyes, not her mouth; her eyes were so big. So endearing.

"Uncle Wang," she said, "It's rare to see you on this day."

"Why do you say that?"

"Isn't that right?" Xiao Mei said, "You've been nowhere to be seen on Saturdays and Sundays lately."

Her eyes were smiling again, and she said with a smile, "Maybe you've made plans with your girlfriend."

"What do you think?"

"I don't think it's strange at all," Xiao Mei said, "It would be strange for a man like you not to have a girlfriend."

"And what about you?" I asked, "What do you do on your weekends?"

She shrugged and said, "Sometimes I stay home and read, sometimes I go to see a movie to relax. What else is there for a mortal like me to do?"

Then she chuckled.

"Last week, my mom introduced me to a new guy. We went to see a movie together, which was probably the most special thing I've ever done."

I raised an eyebrow, a sudden, inexplicable pang of jealousy rising within me. I said, "What, are you giving in to your mom again?"

"No, no," she shook her head. "It's not like that. Money is a necessary condition for him, but besides being friendly, he's young, handsome, and promising."

"So, aren't you satisfied?" I asked.

"What, Uncle Wang, you don't seem happy for me at all."

"No, no," I quickly shook my head, a little embarrassed. "Who said I'm not happy? I was just concerned. How's it going between you and this young, handsome gentleman?"

She said, "To be honest, I don't dislike him at all, but it was over after one movie."

"Why?" I asked.

"That guy has an annoying side too. He touched my thigh in the movie theater. The first time we went to the movies together, he touched my thigh. What does he think I am?"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost blowing the cigarette out of my mouth. It took me a while to speak before I asked, "So what did you do? Haha, your thighs are indeed very beautiful." "Me?" she said, "What do you think I did? I slapped him and walked away. He'll never have a chance to see me again."

"Won't your mother be angry again?"

"I don't care," she wrinkled her nose dismissively.

After a moment of silence, I said, "I was thinking, Xiaomei, I have a good idea. Everyone's free today, how about I invite you to a movie? Let's go to a 5:30 movie, and then go for dinner. Can you dance?"

"Not very well," Xiaomei said, "but you can teach me."

"What if I touch your thigh too?" I asked.

Xiao Mei chuckled, "You're different, Uncle Wang. Even if you touch my thigh, I won't slap you. I would touch you too."

I laughed again. She said, "Then let's go."

"We should probably go together," I said. "You know, it's embarrassing if someone sees us. Let's meet at the movie theater. What movie do you want to see?"

"Whatever you want," Xiao Mei said. "If I'm going with you, then any movie is fine."

I had another strange feeling; my blood seemed to rush a little faster.

When a girl talks to you like that, it's such an obvious hint. So obvious it couldn't be more obvious. It's not even a hint anymore; she's practically saying she's completely agreeing. Not only will she agree to whatever movie I want to see, but she won't object to me taking her anywhere.

I said, "Let's go to the Royal Theater. I'll wait for you at the entrance at 7:30; I'll buy the tickets."

"Okay," she said, "but what movie is showing at the Royal Theater right now?"

"What's wrong?" I chuckled and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't object to any movie?"

"Alright," she said, "I'll go take a shower and change my clothes now; it'll be about time."

"By the way," I said, "Hurry up; in this day and age, girls shouldn't be late."

Xiao Mei stood up, left my side, and walked away. With slightly trembling hands, I put some tobacco into my pipe, lit it, and took a deep drag, enjoying the wonderful rush of blood. Things were going surprisingly smoothly; fate was truly ingenious.

When I arrived at the Royal Theater at 7:25, Xiao Mei was already there waiting for me. I bought the tickets, and we went in together.

Although it was Saturday, the theater wasn't particularly busy; there were only the two of us in the large balcony seating area. After we sat down, she rested her head on my shoulder. Naturally, I naturally put my arm around her shoulder as well.

When the movie started, there were more people in the audience, but still only a few dozen. They were all couples deeply in love, embracing each other affectionately. It was a first for me. Watching a movie with a girl made my blood rush, my heart beat faster, and I felt almost euphoric.

For a while, we were completely absorbed in the film, because it was indeed a very good movie, with beautiful leads, beautiful colors, and wonderful music. It was the perfect movie for couples in love.

What made it harder for me to concentrate was the fragrance emanating from Xiaomei's hair. It wasn't perfume, at least not deliberately applied, although there was definitely a slight artificial scent. I guessed it was just a faint fragrance left over from when she washed her hair yesterday. The dominant fragrance was the subtle scent of a young girl's flesh, a uniquely youthful scent, so fresh, so pure, so captivating.

Then, she suddenly said, "Uncle Wang, you said you'd touch my thigh."

I couldn't help but laugh: "I was afraid you'd slap me."

"I promised I wouldn't," Xiao Mei said. "Since I promised, I'll never break my word. And you too, you promised, you can't break your word either."

"What did I promise?" I asked.

"Touch my thigh," Xiaomei whispered in my ear.

My heart pounded faster, my blood rushed. Trembling, I reached out a hand and gently touched her fair, delicate thigh. Xiaomei was wearing a short skirt, and no pantyhose underneath. I could easily feel the muscles of her thigh. She was so smooth and lovely; she flinched, and quietly closed her eyes.

In that situation, I couldn't see her eyes; I felt her close them because her eyelashes brushed against my face as she did so.

My hand rested on her leg. The skin was soft and smooth, yet incredibly elastic. Because Xiaomei liked to wear short skirts, I had seen her long, beautiful legs before, but I never imagined that the skin on her legs would be so smooth and lovely.

Our lips met firmly. She clearly had no experience with kissing, so technique was out of the question, but she possessed a passionate love for it. She sucked hard, and then I pressed my tongue against her teeth. She knew to part her teeth and let my tongue in. Our tongues lingered on each other.

My hands remained on her legs. I knew I shouldn't be too hasty when getting close to a girl for the first time, but I felt this situation was special, and my feelings were special too. I was afraid I would lose her before I had her, afraid she would suddenly regret it.

Therefore, under these circumstances, it was better to possess her quickly, at least in a literal sense. After possessing her, it would be too late for her to regret it. So

my hand moved forward, until it reached the end, where a piece of nylon fabric blocked the way. Full, soft, and warm, and already moist through the nylon. She seemed to be trying hard to show that she didn't object and wouldn't regret it. She opened her legs a little wider. And his touch made her tremble incessantly.

Being touched for the first time, or at least being touched voluntarily for the first time, the level of sensitivity was extremely high. I kept kissing her, my hands moving gently, and the overwhelming sensation grew stronger and stronger.

My hands were no longer willing to be hindered, and I believed she felt the same way. So my hands searched for her opening, slipping inside the barrier. For a moment, her legs stiffened, as if she couldn't decide whether it was right for me to do this. But at this point, even if she was unwilling, her body couldn't resist. I gently pulled down her pants, and she willingly rolled them down. The small piece of nylon fabric at the waist was pulled down and rolled up. Then there was no more obstruction, and without obstruction, the sensitivity intensified.

Her mind was probably filled with unparalleled sweetness; her soul was floating, rising, making her heart seem to have ascended to the highest ceiling. Naturally, she no longer paid attention to what was being projected on the screen.

She wanted to spread her legs wider so I could touch her, but her rolled-up nylon panties restricted her movement, limiting my freedom of movement as well. I whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take them off and put them in your handbag?"

"Take them off?" she asked in surprise. She felt we were already doing something very daring, and I was suggesting she do something even more daring.

"It would be better to take it off," I said. "Your skirt is short. If it's half-undone like this, anyone passing by can see it immediately. But if you just take it off and put it in your handbag, no one will know what you're wearing under your skirt. Don't you think so?" She nodded

, and the already damp nylon panties that had been hindering our movements were moved into her small handbag. Now there was no obstruction. I was like a first-rate musician, able to perform my fingering freely and without restraint. I played a piece that made her feel like she was floating on air. However, like a

musician, I plucked the strings, without attempting to enter the instrument. In fact, I knew that I shouldn't have attempted that at this time and place. She was so tight, as if there was no entrance at all. To try and force entry would only cause her pain; a frame-like possession was enough.

Although technically she was still intact, after my hand touched her like that, it was as if a brand had been branded onto her body, a brand that indicated she had once belonged to me.

Her reaction was extremely strong. In the darkness, I smiled almost triumphantly. Experience told me that an untouched girl's reaction to a hand would be more intense than her reaction to actual intercourse. Because a hand brings her pleasure without pain. Actual contact, in the initial period, would cause her some pain. Pain greatly reduces the level of enjoyment.

Then, Xiaomei's ears began to tremble violently. She held me tightly, clamping my hand down so it couldn't move freely, and my hand temporarily stopped moving.

Her body was tense, and it took a while for her to relax, letting out a long breath.

"I..." she murmured, "What happened to me? Did I scream? Did I embarrass myself? I think I fainted."

"No," I said with a smile, "You didn't scream, and you didn't faint. You had some normal reactions."

"But I completely lost control," she said shyly, nestled in my arms. "I forgot everything. If I had screamed, I wouldn't remember. I thought I'd gone crazy." Her

first orgasm surprised her greatly. She was probably like other girls, having heard of this feeling and imagined it, but when she finally experienced it, she found it far more wonderful than she had ever imagined. So wonderful it astonished her.

"We..." she said again, "Now, we're lovers."

"Not entirely," I smiled again.

Suddenly, she reached out and boldly touched me. This time, I was shocked. I hadn't expected her hand to touch me like that. She chuckled, "Uncle Wang, so you need something too."

"Of course," I said, "I'm human too."

"Then how can I help you?" Xiao Mei asked.

"You know how to help me," I said, "but you'll regret it."

"I know," Xiao Mei said, "I mean, if I help you, I won't be a virgin anymore, but that's okay. Frankly, I'm not young anymore, and I'm tired of being a virgin. Also, I like you so much. Although we can't be husband and wife, I'm willing to give you my first time." "

Really? But I think I'm being too selfish," I said.

“It was my own choice,” she said. “Yes, we can’t stay here, can we? This isn’t a very good place, and I can’t imagine doing this on a chair.”

“Of course, I can take you somewhere else.”

“Take me to your house,” she said. “I don’t dare go anywhere else.”

As Xiao Mei stepped into my house, she asked, “I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve brought a woman here, Uncle Wang. You must be very experienced.”

I nodded and said, “Experience is good for you.”

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Uncle Wang,” she asked again, “Do you often bring women to your house?”

“Do you think I would do that?”

“I don’t think this is surprising,” she said. “Don’t the books say that men’s physiology is different from women’s? Men need to release their desires when they’re aroused, unlike women. Men don’t necessarily need to be in love; they just need a woman, someone they find attractive.”

“This…” I was extremely embarrassed, unsure how to answer her, as I neither wanted to admit her statement nor lie to her.

“It’s alright,” she said. “I won’t be jealous, and it’s none of my business.”

“I wish I were as promiscuous as you imagine, but unfortunately, besides my wife, you’re the first woman I’ve been this intimate with.”

She snuggled closer to me, putting her arms around my shoulders, and said, “Let’s go to the room.”

“Okay,” I agreed, and with a burst of strength, I lifted her up. I carried her into the room and laid her on the bed. She was only wearing a very short skirt, so when she was placed on the bed, her buttocks naturally drooped down first. With her legs bent, the short skirt flipped up to her waist.

I froze, because she hadn't put that basic piece of nylon back on. We'd just left the movie theater on a whim, and now there was nothing to obstruct my view. I noticed how soft and silky she was. It seemed even softer than her hair. Of course, my touch had told me that earlier, but now, my sight confirmed it.

She might have known I was looking at her, or she might not. But even if she did, she didn't try to hide it; she just lay there with her eyes closed. I stared at her for a moment, then sat down beside her, lowered my head, and kissed her. (Advertisement: Female aphrodisiac, male enhancement, inflatable dolls, sex toys, free shipping on orders over 200, discreet delivery, cash on delivery. Contact customer service for inquiries: 1765663011). I kissed her knee.

Very slowly, my kiss moved up until her uniquely feminine scent filled my nostrils. Absolutely intensely feminine, and almost with a special fragrance.

Xiao Mei didn't move or make a sound. She lay there quietly with her eyes closed. Perhaps she didn't know what to say or do at this point. Perhaps she thought it would be better if she said or did nothing.

I finally roamed her body and reached her lips. Only then did she make her first move, which was to hug me tightly. She still had her eyes closed, completely passively enjoying my kiss. She didn't quite know how to please a man, yet she passively accepted the pleasure I gave her.

"Will you regret it?" I whispered in her ear.

She shook her head and said, "I don't regret it at all. I'll give you whatever you want."

So I started to unbutton her shirt. Although the weather was quite cold, like most women, she didn't seem too threatened by the cold. The only winter garment she was wearing was a woolen cardigan, which she had taken off in the living room. Now she was only wearing a shirt, and under the shirt was a bra, and nothing else.

I unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt, lifted her up, and removed it. Then I reached behind her to look for the bra clasp, but couldn't find it.

She chuckled and said, "In front, in front."

I sighed and said, "I'm definitely out of touch with the times. There weren't any buttons in the front before."

I did find the front buttons, but they seemed to be hidden by some secret mechanism. It was no use. Xiao Mei smiled slightly, sighed, and reached out to unbutton them herself. She pinched them and they snapped open, and the two cup-shaped parts on either side of the buttons flew off.

I stared at her intently as I pulled the bra off her body, unbuttoned her skirt, and removed it.

My vision was now completely exposed, and there was plenty of light. She didn't ask me to turn off the light; she closed her beautiful eyes and let me admire her closely.

I kissed her again, kissing that part I hadn't touched before, but which was secondary. Strategically speaking, this should have been the "hilltop" I conquered first; I should have taken control of it before venturing into the valley. But in the movie theater, the environment was rather unique, so I ended up conquering the valley first.

Now, my kisses are focused on these two hilltops. Two hilltops, and I have one mouth, so naturally, I need to use one hand to assist. This gives Xiaomei a completely new feeling, something she's never experienced before. My rough, pointed tongue rubs against those small, pale peaks, and she shudders. It's not just a tickle on the skin, but a tickle in her heart. The same thing happens when my palm rubs against the other side. She can no longer remain still; her body twists and turns, her hands rubbing my hair, her legs opening and closing, and her mouth can no longer stay still—she begins to make sounds like moans.

She doesn't speak, but she clearly hopes my invasion isn't limited to just these two peaks. The mountain peak was invaded, and the valley naturally felt uneasy, yearning for the low-lying areas to receive the same nourishment.

Of course, I wouldn't disappoint her. I freed one hand and began to work downwards. And so, she could once again experience the same pleasure as in the theater. But a much higher level of pleasure, because now it wasn't just one place being touched, but two, or even every part of her body. Because as I kissed her, my other hand was no longer focused on that single mountaintop, but was all-encompassing.

For a moment, the pleasure she received was so multifaceted that she hardly knew how to feel it all; it seemed she received far too much at once. She felt herself rising again towards that peak, just like the one in the movie theater, only faster and more exquisite.

However, just as she was about to reach the climax, she realized the situation had changed. She didn't open her eyes, but instead explored my body with her hands. She couldn't find any clothes, because she was completely naked. She probably didn't quite understand how I could still have time to take off my clothes, but it seemed her understanding of everything was already quite blurred; she couldn't even be sure if I had stopped. One thing she should know was that the most important thing in her life was about to happen at this moment.

I was pressed tightly against her, and in a very short time, she wouldn't be the same as before. You could say she would no longer be pure, or you could say she would be free, freed from a shackle. It all depended on one's worldview.

It was a very strange feeling, the nerve endings touching, like a special electric current passing through them. Xiao Mei tried her best to calm her nerves, savoring every second, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, one she would never have again. But she couldn't do it. Her nerves were like waves in a raging sea, something that couldn't be calmed by human effort.

She began to feel full, a little embarrassed, but perhaps not as painful as she had expected. She couldn't help but open her eyes and look. Now my naked body appeared so strong, like a giant statue ten times her size.

She whispered, "Uncle Wang."

"Does it hurt?" I asked in her ear. "Tell me if it hurts, I won't force you."

"It's alright, it's okay," she said, closing her eyes again and gently biting my shoulder. The pain had begun, but it wasn't too intense; she could bear it by biting my shoulder.

She expected to feel a sudden breakthrough, but that wasn't it. It was a deeper and deeper fullness, until she felt there was no more room to hold it. Then my kisses began to rain down on her face. I tenderly asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright," she said softly, shaking her head. "Uncle Wang, don't leave me."

I began to move. Very slowly, she seemed to fall into a dream, places never before touched were now being stimulated, the feeling like the first taste of chocolate as a child. It was slightly bitter, yet the sweetness far outweighed the bitterness, and the bitterness made the sweetness even more endearing.

If it were sweet at first, it would quickly become cloying, but it was precisely because of that slight bitterness that she wanted more and more.

Both of us were covered in sweat, she was enduring a pain that wasn't intense but wasn't exactly mild, and I was struggling to maintain an unnatural posture. She was so tight, so shallow, so narrow that it was difficult for me, beyond my expectations. I knew she couldn't be fully accommodated all at once, and I also knew I couldn't move too fast, otherwise it would cause her more pain.

In some situations, moving slowly is more strenuous than moving quickly. And she was so tight, I believed that if I moved any faster, a volcano would erupt at any moment.

Slow movements, moans, as if in a dream. My eyes remained fixed on her face, watching her expressions shift. Her hands seemed completely out of control, sometimes here, sometimes there, unable to decide where to place them. Her mouth was wide open, no longer able to bite my shoulder; saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth. Her brows were furrowed, revealing an expression that was almost painful, but she wasn't in pain. The expression during ecstasy is vastly different from that during pain.

Then, her whole body began to tremble, convulsing, convulsing violently, her ears twitching, her nostrils flaring, two fine rings of sweat appearing around them, like oil. Her convulsions exceeded their previous limits, and then, I erupted too.

Both our bodies convulsed, trembling, and in that instant, I realized she was completely embraced, embracing all of me, embracing my warmth.

"Xiao Mei," I whispered, gently biting her shoulder. Then, we both stopped, still pressed together, both panting. I was panting because I had just finished a very strenuous session; her panting was for some unknown reason. She hadn't done anything strenuous; she was completely passive, yet she was panting just as much, as if she had just done the same.

Three minutes passed quietly like this before I pulled away. Very slowly, because although I had shrunk, I was leaving a very tight space.

"Am I bleeding?" she asked softly, her eyes still closed, as if speaking was still quite difficult for her.

I smiled and sat up, looking at her, then touched it with my hand and placed it in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw that my hand was indeed stained with a little blood, a faint trace.

"Just this little bit?" she asked curiously.

"If it feels like cuts, you should see a doctor. How do you feel now?"

"It's starting to hurt a little, but it feels good, like... like..." She couldn't find the right words to describe her feelings, and probably no woman in the world could find the right words to describe her feelings at that moment.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I fell in love with you after I came back from abroad."

The two embraced again, and I felt both happy and proud that at my age, a young and beautiful virgin was willing to give herself to me.

We maintained this relationship for more than three months. Xiao Mei didn't ask anything of me, and I felt younger. When we were together, we were like a couple deeply in love, until Xiao Mei's mother married her off.

She married a lawyer, and I went back to being the same as before, but I still silently wished Xiao Mei well, wishing well to this girl who had left a deep mark on my heart.

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