He tells her to gather all their things and met him in the house. She starts getting everything together that was left behind, looking loving at the r...ng on her finger. Wondering to herself how she could ever care for someone so much. She walks into the house and begins to put the things away. She listens closely hearing the shower running. Her desire starting to grow, she decides to go and join him in the shower. She sheds her robe and steps into the shower with him. Slowly tracing her hands. “I can’t do it with the sweater on,” she explained, rolling her shoulders like she was preparing for a workout. “You won’t be able to see me.”“See you?” he mused. He could already see her, or maybe she meant something else? Beneath her turtleneck, she was wearing only her white bandages, but she didn’t seem as self-conscious as she had once been. There was a time when she hadn’t wanted him to even catch a glimpse of her bandaged torso, but through either building her confidence or earning her. I slowly started to back my ass up against that big head and being able to direct the process made all the difference in the world. As I started to ease his cock into me, I loved the feeling of my tiny flower being spread open. Damn, it was the most amazing yet uncomfortable sensation. It was pure pleasure when I felt the tip of his cock pop through and I started to ease more of his cock inside. He was holding my hips firmly and I loved looking back to see him watch his cock slide into my ass.. Sure enough a date was planned when I was at work next week and knew the time for action was now. I started one sided texting as in pretending I was texting someone else. Then sent a few pics of my hard cock and foreskin. Actually one was one of the ones from my profile. Finally I got a response. "Who is this?" I played coy and stopped for a couple of hours and then restarted the one sided texting. Finally I got the one that I knew he was interested after I sent a pic of my cock very hard skin.