She ground furiously on his face and then gasped loudly. ”Ahhhh, mmm.” I presumed she’d come because, gradually, she stopped rotating her hips a...d her breathing slowed. After a few moments, she pushed Sam away and got to her feet. "Thanks Sam, that was lovely,” she said, reaching down for her panties. She pulled them up, brushed off her skirt and said, "See ya." And she left.Yikes! I was so horny but I could only jerk my cock an inch at a time inside my restricting, tight jeans. Sam stood and. Trophies and medals sat atop a small glass cabinet to his right. On the left, the hall opened out to the living area, sunken, and the kitchen beyond it. There was a residual smell of toast and coffee from the morning. Maybe he would make himself at home when he was done. Relax a bit. Take a load off. He made for the stairs, whistling an old tune to announce himself as he climbed the carpeted surface. At the top he glanced both ways—at the end to his right one door sat slightly ajar, a shaft. " Good plan," I commented, just to keep the conversation going. Thinking back to the clearly sincere concern she'd expressed, earlier, I added, "I wouldn't worry too much about Lissa. She seems like a very confident girl who knows her limits and desires. She'll draw the line where and when she needs to." I actually believed this, though I also realized it stank of a bit of rationalization even as I typed it and hit send."You're probably right. Maybe my real problem is that it disturbs me a bit. A couple of times she reached over and touched my hand as we talked and woven into the conversation were a few comments about how sweet she thought I was and that girls at school must be coming on to me all the time because I was such a nice looking guy. I wanted nothing more than to just lean across the table and plant one on that beautiful mouth but I couldn't quite work up the steam. So sue me! Don Juan I ain't!Finally, Andrea gets this really exasperated look on her face and says, "Terry,.