.. ahhh ... oh fuck me ... I'm cumming" she gasped. A torrent of her sticky juices streamed down my cock and across my balls with the arrival of this ...assive cum. I let her ride my cock for a little more before I quickly flipped her over onto her back.I was now kneeling between her thighs with her legs looped up over my shoulders. I leant forward, doubling her over until I was able to bring my lips into contact with hers. Our lips collided in a passionate tongue-filled kiss.I could feel her. Suddenly, a man and woman entered the room. The woman, who appeared to be about 40, was crying. The man was older, perhaps in his late 60's. He just stood and smiled."Oh, Giselle, your grandfather and I were so worried about you."This woman must be mad, James thought, as she reached down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The man held his hand, caressing it gently. Uncomfortable with the affection being shown to him by these two total strangers, James squirmed in his bed. Despite the pain, he. Before I knew what I was doing, I had gotten out of my chair and walked over to the bathroom door. I stood there for a minute, then slowly tried the door handle. With luck, it was unlocked. I slowly swung the door open, and peeked through the steam. i could see the silhouette of Danielle washing her hair behind the shower curtain, which was just cloudy enough to not be see through.I slowly undid my belt, and took my shirt off. I pulled my pants off and slowly tugged down my briefs, my hard. “Too busy to ask out a pretty woman who is obviously interested in you?”We ended up going out for drinks the next night. And dinner the next night. Soon we were dating… I got a package a few weeks later. Her collection of stories, including the story of the girl in the treehouse. It was doing well, apparently.I thought about signing it, but it just seemed silly. I wrote the last story for you. Sorry I missed the show. Don’t stop inviting me, please! The last story was titled An Afternoon on a.