The next day they had the paperwork out at the house where I had Angela review it. I expected that she would get upset, but when I asked her to read i..., she just looked up at me with the most adoring smile."I wondered how long it would take you to do this," she said in her usual cryptic tone when she thinks she knows me better than I know myself."What do you mean?" I asked."Well, ever since your trip down the river, you've been thinking about something like this. I personally think that it is a. It was the second time he'd slept round her house, she wanted to look nice because her gut feelings told her tonight was going to be the night, she put one of her huge band t-shirts and slipped her underwear off, walking out of the bathroom she saw him looking at her, lust in his eyes, she wanted him to fuck her, now! But she silently sat on the edge of the bed, watching him while he undressed, she layed back, knees bent and pulled her t-shirt over her knees, no-one had ever seen her pussy. . well inside of the norm from their point of view. None of my girlfriends quite equalled this one. Mind you, none of my girlfriend stories have happy endings, but this one stood by me for four years and hid her jealousy and true intents until the day she left me. But in the beginning, it was all good. I met her while I was working as an on-site sales person and she worked at a private Christian school that will remain nameless. She was 44, I was 39 and she was going through a divorce with her. But when he did let me cum, I came hard. It would spill out of me, coating his desirable cock and spilling out on to the white sheets of his bed, tangled around us in the aftermath of his strong fucking. At night, I would even dream about him. In my dreams, I didn't call him Master like I did whenever I was with him. I would call him by his real name, at least I think it was his real name. I would dream about him kissing me tenderly, like he did anyways, but his cock would be moving slowly.