I guess it was Sally's first such gift, and she reacted with a gratifying level of enthusiasm.Maybe I hadn't lost her.Yet.I was attentive at dinner an... doing my level best to make Sally remember all the good times we had enjoyed together that summer. I kept up the eye contact, held her hand, under the table or on the table, and generally made an ass out of myself, looking and acting like an adolescent on his first date.Sally didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the extra. "Did I do something wrong?"No, you did something right," she explained. "But the same thing applies to me as applied to you. I don't want to finish before we get to the real fun either."Jeff laughed. "I don't blame you."Lissa rose up on her knees, bringing her torso all the way out of the water. Jeff stared at her beautiful chest as she slid over to him. "Sit up," she said."What?" Sit up," she repeated.Jeff did as instructed. Lissa wormed her way behind him, then gently guided him down into the. I end our thirst by vigorously pushing down on you. We both moan in intense pleasure.“You’re so fucking tight!” You groan. I know I’m tight as hell. How could I not be with such a big dick inside of me?I feel it instantly, and I know you see it because your staring at our connected bodies. Blood drips around your rod from tearing my walls. “You are so fucking big,” I moan right before I begin grinding against you as hard and fast as I can. Your head keeps hitting my womb making me want to take. You ask me what the special occasion is and I just say, because you are so special and because I love you with all my heart. I pull the chair out for you and we sit for dinner, talking lightly about the day, sipping the wine and enjoying the fruits of life. After dinner, we have desert and a cappuccino, made by me, of course. I want to pamper you the best that I know how. I feel your foot move slowly up my calf and thigh, teasing me — the wine and your attention making me blush. Your toes.