Could I offer you a ride home or call you a cab?"Still feeling shook from the encounter and vulnerable, I told him, "Would you drive me home?"Jim said... “I would love to drive you home.”We arrived back at my apartment. I thanked Jim for his chivalry. He told me, “I know my timing may be bad, but I wondered if I might get your phone number, so I could call you and ask you out on a proper date.” I grabbed a pen from my purse and jotted down my number for him.…………………………………………………………………He called me. Her vision seemed to narrow for a moment, as though Giuseppe's bulge was the only thing she could see with any clarity. It was a beautiful bulge, the perfect response to her new outfit. He must be thinking how exciting it would be to peel off her stockings and feel her bare legs wrapped around his back. He must be thinking about slipping his erect thing into her crack, pushing at her inner walls, feeling how fluidly he could stroke in and out because she was so wet.Oh. And she really was. Wet,. It ached."Now it's my turn for pleasure," Susan whispered in my ear. Slowly shemoved over me and it took a few minutes for me to realize what washappening. My eyes were closed. I felt her moist wet lips of her pussyenvelope me as she slid down my rigid shaft. My god she was not onlywet, but she was so tight! I felt every vein of my cock being swallowedby her wetness. I dared not open my eyes as I felt it would be a dream.Finally, she was all the way on me. Her crotch was ground against. ." That's not what I mean and you know it," he interrupted. "I mean fully asSamantha." I know what you meant," my voice raised in frustration at him, "and I'mnot ready, and not sure I ever will be,"Almost every time we go away, no not almost, EVERY time we go away for afew days he has a bag or suitcase with his girl clothes packed. Initiallyhe would try to hide the bag by putting in in the boot, often the eveningbefore the rest of the cases were packed.Eventually I noticed the extra bag and.