It felt so good. It was hard to keep the moans to a minimum. He slowly fucked me and I felt myself get wetter hearing him moan. He rolled his eyes bac... and moaned a little louder than usual. If I wasn't so shy with talking during sex, I would've asked him if that felt good.I moved a little faster before he said, "I thought you wanted to try a little slower," and so I tried to stop myself from moving too much. He took my face in his hands to kiss me slowly before moving his tongue against my. He told me that he had a workshop behind his garage and wanted to know if I would like to see it. Well, I was a bit nervous and said “maybe at a later date”. We exchanged cell numbers and he went home and I went back to the office. That evening I got a text from him saying how much he enjoyed meeting me. I sent him a text back with the same sentiment. We chatted for a while and agreed to meet and see his workshop the next day.I arrived there around 11:00 the next morning and knocked on the. I had been blessed with a better than average singing voice and had studied dance I was since nine years old. So I majored in Fine Arts. That's where I met Scott.I signed up for a dance class that had students from different levels. Scott, was a Junior, taking the class. He was simply the most beautiful man I had even seen. He had beautiful blue eyes that swallowed you and huge shoulders which tapered down to the most gorgeous butt I had even seen on a man in tights. And, rumor had it that he. "Said the roads weren't quite as clear as she hoped."Sarah licked her lips and smiled. "Well it was Christmas Eve," she muttered and ran her hands through Adam's chest hair. "Shall we open presents." I want my breakfast," he muttered but Sarah dragged Adam into the lounge as Tabitha poured three bowls of corn flakes and made three cups of tea. The Christmas tree, purchased by Sarah a few days previously was sparsely decorated. Tabitha was off to her friend's house for Christmas dinner and Sarah.