.. does that ass feel good ? You like that tight ass?" he asked. "it's so good... oh my god its so good... fuck it's so good..." I replied. "watch me..... watch me do it..." he said as he leaned back forward, placing his hands on the couch and arching his ass. I took my hands off of him as I watched him fucking himself, shaking that ass all over my cock twerking with me inside of him and then sliding his ass back and forth on my cock. Slamming that ass back against me over and over as I let out. A couple of times she had to get on the phone with Sandy, and talk things out, before she could calm down enough for sex. Sandy came over at least a couple of times a week. We kept the suite for almost a full month, until I found a nice apartment for us.I had a surprise for her. When we moved out of the hotel and into our apartment, I stopped her in front of the door. Her eyes got big as I dropped to one knee."Make me the happiest man in the world, Sheri? Say you'll marry me. Let me take care. Mom had returned, so I pulled up my pants and went to greet her.“Hi, Mom!”, I said cheerfully, trying to hide the bulge in my pants with my hands.“Sorry kano, late aytu. Nanu mallnalli swalpa shopping madi bande” (“Sorry I was so late, I did some shopping at the mall on my way home.”)She started to put things away, moving around the kitchen and chatting in a friendly sort of way. I hardly took any notice, until I turned around and saw her bending over, putting something in the cupboard. I. I spent the rest of the day picturing her in my mind and daydreaming how good it would be have my dick pounding into her tight pussy—it would be heavenly. That night I put on a t-shirt of my favorite band, Bullet For My Valentine, and a pair of black jeans with my blue converse trainers. I was heading out to a gig that a local band was playing at. I didn’t know if they were any good but, hell, who can turn down a good old-fashioned mosh pit. There was another reason I wanted to go: Ashley.