I lower myself onto your cock, taking it deeply within. My sigh of pleasure mingles with your moan and the sound of the rain on the night air. Sitting...there, straddling you with your cock deeply buried, I do not make a move. My heat surrounds you, my juices flow down your cock, drenching your balls. I cup your face in my hands, lean over, slide my tongue over your lower lip, just before I claim your lips, hard, demandingly. Sliding my hands down your sides, the back up, over your shoulders,. “Please, I’m….” she started“Don’t cum. I’m not thru with you yet.” He ordered.She gritted her teeth and whimpered as he withdrew from her.He laughed softly at the look on her face.“It’s ok baby, we’re just moving to a new location. I want you on the floor, on your back.”She laid down shivering as the linoleum floor chilled her sweaty back.He settled between her thighs and set just the tip of his erection against her.She tried to force him inside, but he stilled her with one hand on her. Andres had a swimmer's body with lithe, long muscles, lean without much bulk and the accentuated V-shape upper torso. This fine shape was wrapped in a rich olive, tanned skin. On his back, just below his neck, was a large tattoo: a muscular figure riding a chariot across the bright sun. She knew her Greek mythology. It was Apollo. Of course it would be. His Speedo trunks certainly more than hinted at a Sun God's package beneath them.She winced and held the book up, covering the view just below. Don had heard the same stories, and if he wasn’t gonna say anything to Glenda, neither was I.“Hey,” Don answered, “It’s dangerous just getting out of bed in the morning too. It’s probably safer than commuting to work 45 minutes each way on the freeway every day the way we used to do.”“Oh, please,” she grumbled. “Who’s gonna get hurt in a three mile an hour collision?” We all laughed at that So, Don went to work in the woods that next week. Something even I was unaware of though, was that when.