Not hardly!"I had a few dates," she elaborated. "But mostly, I really kinda pretended that I was your girl."I didn't know where to take this conversat...on. It did make me feel renewed affection for Millie. But I also started feeling -- responsible for her. She was passing up perfectly good hometown boys because of our letters? Was that good news for me -- or bad?I knew I didn't want the total responsibility for Millie's happiness -- present or future.The waitress came and asked if we wanted more. Her moans had now turned into screams of pleasure. He was almost to the point of cumming he tried to slow down to hold off his orgasm but she keep on pushing and pushing he looked down at her tits shaking from how hard she was slamming herself against his cock he couldn't hold it back and shot stream after stream of hot white cum into Amanda's hot wet pussy. . “I will have to learn portuguese, though, won’t I?”“I am so happy to translate for you, Chef,” Marina assured me. “And if you like I will add to your schedule classes, or I can order a course, if you prefer?”“If I stay, definitely get some lessons set up for me,” I said, starting my shave.About a third of the way through, the girl began trembling.“Ah, Chef,” Marina said, timidly, “the girl, I think she does not know how to breathe right. I do not want her to shake so hard that you cut. I can do. Michele led Jason through the lobby and up the stairs to the projection booth; Jason’s eyes were locked on Michele’s taught buttocks, her skirt tight against her cheeks as she climbed the stairs. At the landing he hauled her up and pulled her to him and kissed her, Michele pressed against him and lifted her leg and wrapped it around his as they fell against the wall. Jason’s hand went to her thigh as he kissed her deeply. Michele reached down and squeezed him briefly through the flies of his.