I turned my head over my shoulders so that I can see who this mysterious person was. I came face to with you. It took me a few seconds to realize who ... was looking at. Then I threw my arms around you and held you tight, never wanting to let you go. I shut my eyes as the tears streamed out of my eyes and down my cheeks. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t seem to stop crying. We lay entwine in one another for a while, knowing that this is the last time we can ever be together. Gently you. I looked at him steadily and said, `What do you mean by `we have’? You have two hours to do whatever you intend to do. Come in’ I made the way for him and locked the door. Before turning I opened another button of my top. Now my full breasts were almost out of my bra. When I turned, he was standing before me, looking at me with unbelievable eyes. `Don’t waste the time. Start your work’ I said invitingly. He understood what I meant and dropped his bag on the floor. Hesitatingly, he stepped. Crystal blue, bright and clear. "I think Lauren is a beautiful name...mine is Jake." I wasn't worried about her knowing my real name, she wouldn't live to repeat it. "How old are you Lauren? I'll answer first. I'm 27." She smiled another shy smile...very cute, if I do say so myself. "I'm 19 and in my second year of college. I hope to be a school guidance counselor one day." I took in the information quickly. "Oh? Very impressive. Any reason why you want to be one of them school counselors?". "Mmmm, fuck!" Deshawn groaned, pushing off the strap-on. He gripped Desiree madly, kissing her, "My turn." Deshawn tore the strap-on off her then sank his ten and half inches into her womanhood, stroking gently. "Oh shit," Desiree opened her legs wide, feeling his meat pressing closer and closer to her pussy's bottom. "Fuck me hard" "Mmmm, want it deeper?" Deshawn asked giving a coy smirk, stroking harder and rougher, kissing her passionately. "Yes, I want you to hit my bottom. Fuck me.