The bulge in my pants was getting bigger. I got a little bolder and decided to stare that ass closely. I was enjoying her cute small butt. My hormones...were firing on my tool.I was so close I could feel that ass. If she was my girlfriend I would have smacked her over the butt so hard.Chloe: Yeah, the chocolate is not here. Oh well, better lock this door when I leave!In my mind: (Or maybe we could lock it right now with us inside and have the most intense sex ever! Uhh, what am I thinking about!. It was a rainy, cold day in March, perhaps the least ideal of any day to meet. And a Monday, of all times, if you might believe it. I had trouble finding a parking spot, for it was a college town, and new to me, though I lived fairly close. We had talked on the phone, chatted about the usual things that one speaks of when getting to know another, and had decided to meet. We first spoke on a Sunday, I believe. We met that Monday. Was it quick? Yes. Do I regret it? Not one single bit. I finally. I slipped inside her with astonishing ease. As I began to thrust in and out, I ever so briefly mulled something over. It had taken me a second run through life to find out what I really wanted, what I really craved. In my other life, I'd been with many women. Those deeply flawed relationships – which included two failed marriages – had skewed my views in so many ways. In actuality, I'd been trying way too hard, and the frustration had rendered me jaded and shallow. But with Inez, from the. At the same time Deb moved a chair into the middle of the room. She patted her lap, and I assumed I position I had been in many times before. It quickly became apparent that this time was very different. Deb did not rub my butt cheeks and inner thighs or lightly brush my cock with her fingers. That move always got a reaction! I felt the hairbrush rest on my butt for a second, lift and return with a force that caused me to gasp. “Ouch... that hurts!” There was no response just a quick follow up.