Mel called me regularly from Vegas; when she finally got to her room Thursday night, early Friday morning before I left home for work, again that even...ng, three times Saturday, and late Sunday evening when she finally got home. I was flattered by the attention; she did admit that outside the convention hall she’d been very bored, but hadn’t wanted to go watch some entertainment at her hotel or gamble at a casino. Other than eating with a couple of girls she knew who were working the same. I pulled out of her mouth and slipped into her tight tight pussy. She moaned and said she had never been fucked by such a big dick before - dont stop push me harder she moaned.I fucked her good and hard until I felt my cum rising - I wasn't wearing a condom - she grabbed my hips to pull me back into her - my dick lay on her belly - white with her cream - ooohhhhh don't stop was all she was moaningI told her I had no condom and asked was she on the pill - she wasn't - fearing losing the moment I. "You twist your wrist at the top, and precum begins to dribble down the head of your cock. "Tell me how much you like this. I want to hear how much you want it." You're fucking sexy." His eyes are fixed on every movement of your hand. "I want to grab you. Feel your body."You lick your lips. "Then why don't you?"He sits there for a moment, then leans in. You lean forward, and the two of you kiss. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly against him as your tongues wrestle with one. ”Weena was reading Jenkyns’ Classical Literature. “Have you ever read Catullus?” she asked.“Not in the last 30 years,” I responded. “Why?”“I really like Jenkyns’ precis of his life.”“What does it say?”She looked. “‘A young provincial aristocrat came to Rome, fell in love with the wrong woman, was driven to put his passion into verse, and changed the literature of Europe.’”“Yes. That’s good. Where was Catullus from? Padua?”“Verona. Padua is where Petruchio goes ‘wealthily to wive.’”“Well,.