So um, what … do you think?’ She bit her lower lip waiting. ‘What time Friday?’ I asked, and she breathed in as her face brightened into a ha...py smile. She lowered her eyes just a little, and said, ‘Seven would be nice, Michael.’ ‘Fine!’ We finished our drinks, scones, and conversation, and I walked her back to the front of the bookstore where I we met. I extended my hand for a goodbye handshake. She pushed past my proffered hand, and hugged me, with the side of her face pressed against my. " she pleaded with him, "Please ... fuck me ... "With a violent jerk Baxter was at the end of his rope, his engorged cock trailing a long string of pre-cum from where he had been sitting. His steady analysis of the situation from one moment to the next had become an animal passion, a lust to splatter a cumload or two all over this literally juicy ass. He breathed deep through his mouth, to taste, rather than smell. He opened his senses fully to this raw woman's scent, stretching his tongue out. I rubbed the cheek and eventually was licking and sucking on the closer on. My head was pounding a bit at this point, my heart accelerating to match my horniness. I laid her back flat and stared at her thin, manicured pubic hair. It was in a V shape, stopping before it touched on her pussy lips. For all the fucking she had talked about I expected her labia to be peaking out, but they werent, her pussy was a tight and well shaped camel toe. I wanted to suck on her pussy, stick my fingers in. His pants were open and being held up by his left hand. His right hand held his urinating dick. And a fine dick it was too. I unzipped and pulled out my pecker and held it with my left hand. This way he could look at it if he wished. He was a cute guy, maybe 30 - 35 years old. About my height, stocky build, clean-cut. I asked him, "How's it going". "Good", he replied. I didn't have to piss, but I tugged on my foreskin and stroked and played with my dick. When he was through pissing he.