And it was strictly a 'fuck-buddy' arrangement. We didn't date, go out to dinner or go bowling or dancing. I'd get a phone call along the lines of "Ar... you doing anything tonight?" If I said no she would ask if I would mind if she came over or ask if I would like to stop by her place. What can I say? It worked for us.It was the last week of August and it was a Saturday. I was taking a lunch break at a café just up the street from work. I was sitting in a booth when Trina slid onto the seat. He gave her more kisses on her hand and moved closer to her. Seeing that she made no attempt to move back or push him away, planted a kiss on her left cheek. Sister smiled at him again and said, “That’s sweet”. He brought his mouth close to hers and as he looked deep into her eyes, kissed her mouth lightly. She made no attempt to resist him. She wanted him. He kissed her again…and again…and again. He then held her face softly and brought it closer to kiss her again but she stopped him by. The Viagra ensured this was the case, that and the cane I had been forced to hold in a display of Blanche's utter dominance over me. Every time I caught a fleeting glimpse of a vehicle passing the entrance at the end of the drive, my cock bobbed with anticipation. It did the same when I heard Blanche descend the stairs and enter the room. I heard her strut behind me, but she said nothing, I then heard the crumpling squeaks of leather upholstery as she sat herself down, followed by the tap of. I pressed forward, increasing pressure until I broke through.“Ow!” Kara said, a tear forming in her eye. “Wait Steve. That really hurt!”“Do you want me to take it out?”“No! Don’t move. The pain is going away.”We kissed gently a few times, then exchanged a soft French kiss.“OK, try now,” Kara whispered.I pushed slowly forward, pausing, then pushing again, finally sliding all the way into her, our pubic hair meeting as we fully joined.“Oh wow,” Kara sighed. “I can’t even describe how this feels,.