I told him about my mile high fantasy. I shared fond memories of several seedy alleyways. How the risk of getting caught in flagrante, excites me. Dan...er is a drug — but the thrill of getting away with it intoxicates me even more.Unable to hold back, we went at one another. There was a buzz of conversation all around us. Our movements didn't go unnoticed in this. There were many other couples present, but we were the only ones making out. There was also the obvious age difference between us.. I was aggressive, demanding, and decisive. Yet, soon after I met Him, I found myself submitting by choice. I looked to Him for guidance and correction. I wanted Him to tell me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. More than anything, I wanted to serve Him. And I loved every moment of it. I would think to myself, “This is not who I am. This is not how I was raised.” Catholic school, straight A’s, rule-follower...on paper, it didn’t seem right. But none of that mattered. This “new me” made. Mary screamed at the top of her lungs, not in agony, but from the sheer delirium of pure pleasure. She put her feet up over his back and locked her ankles together while throwing her arms around his neck in a lovers grip."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she huffed out as he jackhammered into her, faster than any man or hand held vibrator ever did or ever could. She locked on tighter and lifted her ass off the couch as her first orgasm overwhelmed her; but it didn't stop, it just flowed into. She looked amazing wearing a mid thigh black dress that was V cut to the center of her stomach and no back. I almost shot my wad in my shorts when I saw her. We had steaks and drinks, talked and laughed a lot. After dinner, we were having a drink and talking. Alisha looked at me seriously. “Robert, we’ve been seeing each other for quite a while, I know that we love each other…..where are we going? Do you want to marry me some day and spend our lives together or what? I guess I would like.