His thick cock-head pressed gently but firmly at her opening and she lowered her knees and pushed her ass up towards him. She could hear the sound of ...im spreading more slippery lube over his cock then felt him push firmly again. Once. Twice, more firmly this time. A third time, and she felt his head enter her almost with a pop as she closed again tightly around his shaft. A familiar searing pain made her cry out but as long as he stayed still for a moment she knew that the pain would be. Ryan was lost in his daydream, wondering if he would be so lucky as to meet up with her again on his next trip. Suddenly, a voice from behind the newspaper brought him out of his reverie and back to the present: “Hi, my name is Sue, I am your stew, but I don’t serve stew!” Lowering the newspaper, Ryan looked into the smiling face of a curly-haired redhead, almost kneeling in the space in front of the seat to his left. Sue was grinning from ear to ear, displaying a beautiful set of pearly white. He was lying there in his shorts, shirt tied around his waist and I couldn?t bring myself to just leave him there to lie in the imminent downpour. I tried to establish where he was camped in the hope I could steer him back but he had no idea. I decided to lead him back to mine, where he could then crash the night, and then he’d probably go on to do exactly the same thing the following night! I hasten to add that there was no ulterior motive to take him back to mine. The unusual feeling I. ” I started to rub what was almost a semi-hardon in my pants and sighed as I thought about James and I showering together: soaping each other’s backs and dicks, making out with me pressing him against the shower wall, then fucking him with his legs around me.I wanted to get a little more comfortable so I took my shirt off then, then pants, and was only in my boxers. I figured it’d be pretty awkward if James came out to see tent in my boxers so I stopped thinking about him and just laid back.