You might wonder why I was trying so hard not to be heard having sex with Michael. The reason's simple, I was a hooker when I first met Michael. I was...'t a confirmed prostitute or anything, I was just trying to put myself through college and having sex with military guys was an easy way to do it. When I'd met Michael though, all thoughts of money and college went right out of my head. We started living together and got married 4 months later. But ever since we were married I've tried to act. It was her most fertile time of the month. "Samson," she gasped, "whatever you do, don't cum in my pussy." You'd better slow down then."Heather slowed her pace and the pleasure was only more intense. She could concentrate on every inch. She arched her back and started squeezing her nipples, while sucking her lower lip in. "Sooo big, sooo good," she moaned. Heather felt a big orgasm growing just as Samson started working his hips again to pick up the speed. He leaned up to grab her hips and held. "Well since you stood at the window staring at my dick—" I started plainly."Whoa, what the fuck?" she interrupted. "Keep dreaming because I'm not doing anything like that!" You will if you want me to keep covering for you. You know you'll lose your car if mom and dad find out."Natalie opened her mouth as if to argue but for once actually found herself at a loss for words. Fortunately thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she'd been drinking with her friends, it didn't take much more prodding. Okay?”I laughed and said, “Sure,” as I dumbly stuck my handout and shook her hand. She told me her name was Ivyand that she came from Fredericksburg and as attendingGeorgetown University off and on. Her parents were verywealthy and didn’t mind her living on her own.She had a trust fun from her Grandfather and she livedcomfortably. Ivy told me she was 19, although I wouldhave guessed more like s*******n or eighteen. She had ahealthy glow about her, delicate white skin, blue eyesand blonde hair..