And my fingers are making her want them deeper, want it faster, want this moment to never end. On queue, a wave of orgasm creeps over then floods her ...ody she whimpers and moans. She relaxes her body…then she looks at me with the same hunger and desire that was just employed on her now tingly body. Caught in my human stirrups, she cannot move to reciprocate. I have other thoughts and other things I want to do to her. For instance, I want to let her wetness finally encounter my hardness. Or. "I have a pad full of notes. Most of them cover what I am supposed to do, if you disappear for days at a time," she said almost seriously."Oh now that is interesting, what do you do?" I asked."If it is the first day, I am to clean the office and go to a movie. Make only decisions that must be made to prevent a nuclear war." she said."That is an exaggeration I hope?" I commented."Yes, but not by much, each additional day you are gone I have additional things to do and people to notify," she. He was so cute, so wonderful, serving me like I would be in my last week.At night, John and I would tip-toe out of the cottage down to the beach. There we would make love for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so familiar 'Hey sleepy heads... wake up!' and he rushed to town on his bicycle doing whatever boys do when they are together. Thus he left us, day after day, on our own. If we weren't making love, then we would be fondling eachother.. We arrived in Albany over an hour before the arranged time, so we went for a coffee. While in the coffee shop Susan was teasing me by pulling her skirt up revealing her freshly shaven cunt. She even risked giving me a flash of her tits. I could tell she was looking forward to what was about to follow. We pulled up outside the house at about 4:25. It had to be one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. The house had a chain link fence at the front, unkempt lawns and even bars on the windows. I.