But it bothered me that you did not care enough to come to the airport.” I knew that my tone conveyed the extent of my disappointment. I had to admi... that I was enjoying the way Michael was teasing my nipple as he sat there on my bed. I placed my hand on his thigh and give him a slight but affectionate squeeze meant to convey to him that I was getting over my hurt. “Kelsey, I’m sorry you were disappointed. I really was unsure about whether or not to go with Mom and Dad. I was concerned that. Oh, I'm so excited. Do you think any of my family will remember me?" I'm sure they will." I pulled into a fair-sized motel with a sign that said Open All Night. It was nearly five a.m., and I could hardly keep my eyes open.While I went to the desk to register, Kate walked around the lobby. She got a newspaper out of a machine by the door, folding it under her arm and was waiting for me to finish at the desk. An old black man was sweeping the floor, I suppose ending his night's work. He stopped. I held my legs back as he nelt down placing himself in front of me. He aligned his cock with my teen hole and started slowly pushing it in. The feeling was incredable, his shaft was so fat and bulky that it widened my small pink socket to unbelievable width. Inch by inch he took his time strething me out until I felt his pubic hair tickling my split bare pink teen lips. As he pulled back I looked down to see this monster playing tug a war with my pussy. He picked up the pace moving in and out. And I couldn't help thinking how my life had changed in just a few short weeks since I'd first had sex with him in Nana's attic.So this is what romance is all about, I thought. When I'd been at the convent, I'd always thought that it was about gazing into each others eyes and holding hands. Or perhaps gently kissing after you'd known each other a few weeks. That was what the girlie magazines had told me. You did that for a year or so, they suggested, and then got married and had babies. They.