I want him so badly, I cant think straight. He slowly pushes in, groaning like he did when he was snorting meth on my coffee table, but its more strai...ed, and he winces slightly. My eyes search his, slightly worried, but any anxiety I had dissipates when his lips one again press against mine, kissing me tenderly, his tongue looking for mine. His left hand grips the headboard of the bed, and he thrusts his hips gently in a drawn-out manner, rocking into me like the ocean waves. His other hand is. I'll call you the next time I'm coming and maybe you can meet me at the airport." I told her I would be there with bells on.She called three days ago and I met her at the airport. God did she look fine. Jet black hair down to the middle of her back, big tits, a great ass and that sexy, wicked smile that always seemed to say, "Want to fuck me?" In the car I put my arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss which she returned, and we held it until horns began honking at me to stop blocking. She looked up from her position, looking for permission to go further. I put my hand on hers, and placed it on my cock, showing her that she can go on. She pulled my boxers down, letting my cock stand like a flagpole. She leaned forward, pulling my foreskin back, and kissing the tip of my penis. "I'm sorry if I don't do this properly... I'll understand if you don't like it." Her modesty was incredible. "I'll love anything you do." What happened next surprised me. She removed her hand, closed. In the bedroom, Jack was busy assembling the bed frame. He had to admit that she had very nice looking furniture. In carrying her stuff over to the house, he had noticed that she had spent a lot more money on the decorative items of the house than he had. His stuff was junk that he had collected over time. She even had a headboard for her bed while he just had a mattress on a rail frame. Between the two of them, they could put together a pretty nice place.His television and stereo were much.