“How much do you like carrot cake?” she asked.I slipped my hands up under her loose-fitting t-shirt and on to her sides, dipping my finger-tips in...past the waist-band of her yoga pants.“Quite a bit,” I whispered, pushing down on her yoga pants.Evelyn pushed her yoga pants downward, as she took a step back and slowly peeled out of them.“I get a feeling,” she remarked, “That you like other things than just a carrot cake.”“Yes,” I stammered out, as she stripped out of her t-shirt and stood. As I did that, I said, “ You thought I was going to be nice didn’t you. You know my reputation and you came here tonight expecting to be fucked.” I continue fucking her mouth, while she is lying next to the pool, with her legs hanging over the edge. It was becoming difficult to maintain composure and enjoy this experience. I started to get rough. I continue pushing all 9 inches down her throat. I then got off of her and tried to look as if she was enjoying this, she is kind of scared. Erica. "The meal was done and we ate in the kitchen with normal china and wine glasses. It was a great meal. I complimented Wendy on the cooking with my wine glass. We both had about a glass and a half before finishing eating. It was a merry meal with much laughter. I think we had one of the best times either of us had had in a long time. I know I did.We hadn't planned desert and took our glasses into the living room after cleaning up our dishes. We had enough Spaghetti left for another meal. Wendy. " I emailed him at around 11:30. We traded dick pics. I was on my way.When he opened the door, he was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He looked like he was a banker or something. He obviously worked out. "Hey," he said. "I'm Steve. Do you want to do a shot?"We did three, and then I followed him into the living room. It was dark except for the glow from the large flat-screen TV. I'd never done this before, but he seemed to know what he was doing. "Take your pants off and have a seat on the couch..