Finally I wanted to take control, I flipped her on her hands and knees and started to slowly pump her from behind, doggystyle. I remember she buried h...r face in the pillow screaming OHMYFUCKINGGOD! After taking my time I started to fuck her harder, my balls were slapping against her clit with each thrust. She must have cum all over my dick because she was screaming and pounding on her pillow. Now I think I had some whiskey dick because I wanted to cum! I'd been fucking her for a while. I. So within this perfect storm of miscommunication, I didn't need any more fuel on that particular fire. This is why I had to stop this wet dream - right now. If my wife found my underwear drenched in semen she'd insist I was thinking of some Internet porn-inspired "phantom" lover and we'd be right back in the thick of it, slogging through the arguments all over again. I was getting too old for that.I began to breathe deeply and focus my mind on relaxing the muscles of ejaculation. The buzz began. This was no slim, dainty girl, but just the same, there was a quality about her that was appealing. Her brown, wavy hair was cut short. She wore little makeup, but she needed little. Her face was clear and her brown eyes sparkled when she smiled. It was a very attractive smile.Alternating between brash and bashful, she had been brought up hardscrabble and had survived it. She admitted to dropping out of school before finishing grade eleven and working as a waitress until Bart gave her a chance. As much as he tried to adjust thestraps there was no way he could get comfortable. As they were runninglate to get to the airport, Beckie didn't give him sufficient time toadjust his assets to where they were comfy, nor to change his brassiere.She hurried him to the car, more concerned he might miss his flight thanhis apparent discomfort. Walking in his stiletto heels only exacerbatedthe condition as the fleshy orbs bobbed up and down and wiggled side toside. All he could think of was the old.