Canadian drivers are dipshits (“hosers” in the local parlance, I believe), but at least they know which lane is the passing lane. Usually. Today...they are all driving too slowly. But perhaps I am just unusually antsy. I’ve been unusually antsy all week as I’ve anticipated your arrival. We met almost three years ago, today. I remember meeting you at that bar---that lounge in the Indian place on High Street. I remember laughing, and smiling, looking into your eyes, brushing your hand with. I knew she loved being fucked doggy style as I knew exactly where her G spot was. As she presented her ass and pussy to me I was extremely turned one looking at her ass and my cock in the mirror. "OK, give me Big, now" she demanded. I slid into her fully as she was soaking wet. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as I fucked her hard. I continued to look at our reflection in the mirror as I watched my cock disappear into her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as I was stroking her and. Then she looked at me, and actually noticed that I was just in my panties. So she reached over, and pulled them down. I lifted up my legs, and she took them off completely."Stick your dick inside this gorgeous woman right now, Jamie," she commanded.I loved that, I thought maybe that would kill off at least some of my resentment. We both got onto the bed, and he began fucking me doggie style. It felt so much better once it was actually happening."Shit," I moaned.He fucked me slowly for a few. Her face was red and sweaty but from her mouth saliva dripped. “Enjoy it?” He asked. All she did was nod but finally, in a voice that was almost a gargle ask, “We ... we f ... fuck some more?”“I think that is a great idea”, he said as he smiled at the half dressed woman before him. “I need a refill, my balls are empty. I think a shower would be on the cards and give me time to refill for my dear Maud I want to get my cock among the hair at your groin again”. This comment made her giggle but as.