It was a recurring thought of that evening for me. We ended up watching House of Cards for a while, but after a one half of one episode, we were both ...eady for bed. Not that I could sleep that night, but I just couldn't pretend to care about the show. Chapter 7 The day of the date. I was up with one thing in my head. She is going on a date with him. What did that mean? Where is he taking her? These are the questions I wanted to pose yesterday but didn't know how. I have agreed to this. I want. I’ve just seen the fake ones they show us in Sex Ed class.”“Then why don’t you get on the floor between my legs?”As she got down, I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.“Oh my god! It’s really big!”“Take it in your hand and stroke it like this,” I said as she wrapped her delicate fingers around it and I used them to stroke me.“Wow! It’s hard!” she said as she stroked it.I put my hand on her head and was hoping that she would lean forward and take me into her mouth, but she just. This time there was no holding back, there was only need. Sam's hand slipped to her breast, kneading it till Callie moaned. He pulled her away from the wall and as he kissed her, his hands moved the zipper down her back. She could feel the cool air hit her back. Her nipples tightened to hard nubs as Sam slid the dress down her body taking in the site of her full 34c breasts pushing against the lace of her bra. He took in the tiny wisp of lace covering her pussy and moved a finger under the lace. I opened the door and helped her come out. She was hurt on her head as it had collided with the steering wheel. She was dazed. I made her sit on a pavement nearby and told the security guard to get her some water. She felt better and thanked me for it. She looked at the car and was bewildered, not knowing what to do. I volunteered to help her with the car and tried starting it but it wouldn’t. So with the help of the security guard, I pushed her car into the parking, took out her bag and locked.