I always expect him to grab my hips and pull me onto him, but he never does, it's a little disappointing, I would love that. Instead, he waits me out,...and I watch his face as I ease myself down onto his cock, as I think he is watching me, too. His dick always hits me deeper than I expect, and the shock of it against my cervix sends a thrill up my spine. I lift me hips, gently thrusting myself onto him while we kiss each other on the face, on the mouth, the neck, it doesn't matter, our lips are. I can't keep my hand steady right now. Maybe later. But for now, the stubble will stay. The dark circles of a long night too.The day passes and it is evening. My head is clear and I know what I want. I talk to you on the phone, and I know what you want too.In fifteen minutes I am at your door. I ring the doorbell, but there is no answer. You were expecting me, but why don't you answer?I let myself in. The front door is unlocked, and I enter cautiously, and call out your name. No answer. I. I was unsure what to do. Jim helped me out by putting my hand on his cock. I felt it through thecloth. It was hard and hot. I moved my hand up and down its length. I wasgetting excited, myself. My own cock throbbed in my panties. I pulled downhis briefs. His cock sprung free, inches from my face. It was long, maybe8", and kind of thick. The head was big and red, the shaft light brown. Iwrapped my small hand around it. Jim made a sighing noise. I began tostroke it, holding it tight in my hand, a. And then he pulled back and thrust again!I've seen girls who claim that they've taken up to half an hour of thrusting without getting more than mildly turned on. They might not say that with Jerry. Of course girls who claim that usually aren't that interested in sex anyway. I think it's something they feel they put up with because it gives them control over the guy. I've learned over the years that the sight, the feel, and yes, the sound and smell of a turned-on woman is exciting to a guy. It.