I was out of control. Mere moments away from an actual orgasm. The need was frightening. Rubbing frantically. Harder and faster. Almost there. But it ...as too late. Daniel had caught me. He was looking at me. All I could do was stop rubbing; the last thing I wanted to do. He looked down, seemingly uncaring that his cock – his whole body - was on display. “You want to pee?” he asked. That! That was why I was standing in the doorway clutching my crotch. “Do you mind?” I squeaked. “Be my. I decided to go hard on her, convinced her and took my position and gave hard forceful push. Damn, it ruptured and blood started to flow over my dick and her pussy lips. There she was begging and crying like a little baby. I kissed her and told her that you are gonna enjoy and have pleasure. I stared moving dick slow and increased my pace, fucking harder and harder. She was making all the moaning sounds. The girl who was crying to stop me is now smiling, enjoying and begging me to fuck the shit. She told me to get settled and then to come down for some afternoon tea with her and Grandma. After a couple of days, I was starting to get bored as none of my friends were around and there didn't seem to be anything for me to do. I decided to go for a bit of a hike around the small town and told the oldies that I would be away for a couple of hours or so. I then wandered round the town for about an hour and there didn't seem to be too much to see, so I wound my way home again. When I arrived. Patiently, I sat and did hear myname called. Checking my watch, it was already fifteen minutes after ourappointed time. I told the hostess I wasn't ready and had to give up mytable. I stepped outside and called my dad but didn't get an answer.Instead of returning inside, I walked back to my car and listened to sometunes. Another fifteen minutes had passed so it was back on the phone butstill no answer. The feeling of disappointment came over me. It broughtflashbacks to my teen years when he had.