There was silence, but for some panting, a few giggles and the occasional whispered appraisal of what a great fuck it had been. We shared a cigarette....nd then Larry got up, put his clothes on and wandered back to his room. He didn’t even notice the door being wide open.I rolled a joint and waited for the shit storm. But none came. So I lay back on my bed and waited some more, and wondered, and worried. Maybe that was the punishment.It was just after one a.m. when I woke to the repetitive thud. I'd leaked, twice.The first time had been the day before, while edging. I had just let myself calm down from the brink and had begun to build myself up again, my shaft throbbing in my hand as I stroked it. All of a sudden cum just well up and ran down the side of my shaft and over my hand. There was no orgasm, no warning. It was as if my balls had some sort of emergency venting system to relieve the pressure. I was disappointed with myself I texted her, reporting the mishap and she was not best. I slipped into the drawingroom. The diary was lying by the cold fireplace and I quickly scooped itup, immediately turning to the last entry. Akiss! What a kiss, a kiss to send shivers to my very soul! I yearn formore but I am seething with relentless frustration, for how will we bealone, be close and, dare I dream, be naked in each other's arms ? Theblack horse has a name and its name is Genevieve! Ishut the book and swallowed. Returning the diary to where I found it, I walkedto the French. Suddenly something hit her spot and she went wild. She was moving up and down my dick like mad. She was moaning and screaming and going wild. I grabbed her boobs and pulled her close to me. As she bent and came close, we kissed. Her bending gave me some room to move and I was fucking her with upward thrusts.She was chewing my lips. And I could feel her sweat break. I knew she was about to cum. I kissed her on her cheek and took her ear lobes in my mouth. I whispered love u in her ears but.