"I mean, it's just a title but we both can't tell anyone we're really in a relationship; that would get us both in trouble. So what do you say? Wanna ...hare a dirty little secret?" In the past, I've figured out that most girls enjoy the sound of "trouble", "relationship", and "secret" in the same paragraph, it doesn't work 100% of the time, I guess you could say the chances of it to actually work is around 40% since what you'd say after she responds is crucial too. I'm just hoping she's one of. With one hand on her neck I could still tease her without moving. She had stopped fighting now. Muffled cries and begs were coming. I ignored them all until I could feel just how wet she was. I got off her, just long enough to undo my pants and let them fall to the floor. I could hear muffled cries that might have been “no” but again I ignored them. She was already so wet I could slide in without resistance. Her screams were cut off with a yelp as I went deep in her. I started slow, just enough. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach-like calling up a girl for your first date- as I picked up the phone to call her.Our conversation was pleasant. She was ready to give up on me after hearing that garbled intro on my machine, my voice intro having been destroyed by the lightening storm. We exchanged pleasantries and we agreed to meet for dinner. I off course trying to impress her, brought some of my best wines-'97 Barolla and Amarone, a Moulin -a-Vent, and a great Chardonnay. After a. Then he unfastened her bra and freed her large breasts. He admired them for a minute then wrapped his lips around one nipple while pinching and twisting the other. This made her moan and squirm and she could barely stand up but after a few minutes he quit and unbuttoned her slacks. She was gently pushed back on the couch and her boots removed then her slacks were slid off. "My my are we a little wet?" He asked with a smile. He grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to the edge of the couch where.