.. But I feel much like the hitch hiker.. We have gotten into a 69 position ... with our dicks buried down each others throats... I have to slow him d...wn cuz I will not last much longer.. between him and this movie I am about to blow. So he asks if I have to be home at a certain time.. I inform him I am divorced ..So here comes the offer to stay over night.... mmmmmm... Oh what the hell.. I can clean up my truck tomorrow ... This is sex... So I stayed and we sucked and fucked for hours.. then. "That's so good... you're so good... your ass is so good..." I whispered. "yeah.. fuck me... fuck me … fuck my asshole.." he said back. My raw cock sliding in and out of him so fast as he stroked his cock. Picking up the pace as I started kissing him again. It didn't take much as he pushed me back and sat up , his ass pressing down on my cock. "Fuck! fuck! im going to cum! omg im going to cum!!" he let out. I watched as he shot cum all over me, all over my chest and stomach. He held onto his. "Help me strip the bed?"In a moment, pillows and blankets were scattered on the floor and her sheets were in the laundry hamper. Forty seconds and a barked shin later, the bed frame was folded into a sofa and pressed against the wall.Nadia stacked the dishes on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen with them. I looked around the room appraisingly. My clothes would have to be thrown into my room, Nadia's dish run had missed a couple coffee cups on the floor. And then there were the. But I can’t drink tea while I’m wearing my burqa. Nor can I remove it until I know you much better. It wouldn’t be proper.” Disappointed by her answer Chuck sat down on the sofa. The woman sat at the opposite end.Becoming uncomfortable Chuck cleared his throat and asked, “Would you mind telling me some something about yourself Aziza?”“I am a widow,” she said. “Akram, my husband, was murdered by the Taliban.” She offered no further information.Waiting a long while for her to continue he finally.