She was shy to ask about the inner garments.I initiated the subject, like if there are preferences for the inner garments. She said should be clean an... neat. All through her conversation, I can understand she wanted a clean, neat, well educated, well-mannered person to do kinky stuff. I matched all her expectations of the man she could trust with such a delicate matter.She was judging me with my clothes, conversation, she was also judging my IQ levels so to say. I asked her if they want to see. By this way I tried to grab to his cock, but than I hadnt the heart to do this, and so I never touched or have seen his preg (I think he masturbated after I had come and while he played with my sperm, that was now on my legs, but he did this masturbation inside his trousers) I was still a little time at him, he invited me to see his porn-magazins, and than I went away. - In the next weeks we often came togehter, in the garden or in his room, and always I instantly came near to him and he. Arm in arm, they walked back around the building, trying not to look suspicious.A little while later, Alan was back in his meetings and Marissa was feeling a little better about herself.Their afternoon quickie was a little more to her liking. It was fast and raw. It was completely devoid of any emotional attachments. He had taken her and had his way with her.Alan had used her for the sex, and in Marissa's mind, that was okay. That's what he was paying her for.But there was another little part. She knew how bad I wanted her and loved it. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, her voice, soft and lusty. “Yes, baby!” I said back, without hesitation. “Mmm, do you want to fuck the cum out of me?” In a flash, the meaning of her question struck me hard, but I knew the answer.”I can’t wait to fuck the cum out of you! I can’t wait to make you shoot! I can’t wait to make your fucking cock cum!” I leaned Kasey over the cushions of my couch and she pulled her dress up and over her head. She looked.