So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big cock filling rapidly. I had relieved myself when I awoke with an iron-hard erection as ... usually did, but now it was coming up again. Not unusual but sometimes annoying.She heard the door open I guess and turned her head and her mouth fell open. She stopped in mid-lift and her eyes got real big and then she squealed, rolled over to show me her fine ass and bulging vulva and started to crawl away. I pounced on her, pulled her to me. ″ My voice cracked.″Huh. Well,″ she sighed. ″I′ll have to think about what we should do about that.″ Marlene let her words hang.blood thundered in my ears.″I′m trying to think whether I should have you wear a thong or boy-shorts to keep you from making a mess. I mean each has its advantages. Maybe the first time, the thong would be a bit too much – riding up your ass crack – it might make you squirm.″ Marlene put a finger to her lips. ″Though that could be a good thing.″The more she talked the. It wasn't like Cassandra didn't see her parents frequently, Green Bay was only a little over two-hundred miles away to the north. Weather permitting; it usually took about three and a half hours to drive. Of course 'weather permitting' was always a factor in the late fall and winter in the mid-west. When she had spoken with her mother earlier in the day she said it was snowing lightly and the forecast was for a low of four degrees overnight. Cassandra was very happy to be just where she was and. Over time she built up a booming clientele. Not to mention that she earned much more than she would as an art historian.During the meal, she kept teasing me by running her bare foot along my leg and teasing me by letting it climb higher and higher. I was being continually edged, and if it kept on, the wetness between my thighs would end up as a deluge."Come!" she finally said, "I can't wait to get my hands on your body."We went to a room outfitted as a massage room where she had me climb on the.