And now I at least knew that he liked what I looked like! I threw on my make-up and did my hair and then walked back to my room with the towel in plac....I really wanted to get him going, but I had to be careful not to overplay my hand. He's a man, but he's not stupid! We rode along with our usual banter and I restrained myself from doing anything else at this point. I happily noticed he had several quick peeks at my legs! I had worn a modest just above the knee skirt and a blouse. Earth tones. She lived near the campus with her boyfriend at the time. The sex was good, and the two regularly fucked three or four times a week, sometimes more, and sometimes more than once a day. She had no complaints. He satisfied her, and while she did not orgasm every time, she did cum many times. But these were just orgasms; nice, and satisfying, but not the powerful, mind blowing experiences that she had read about and dearly wanted to experience. There was always this nagging sense that there was. "Megan how you've changed," I said to the man pawing my woman. "You're so black and so tall and so such an asshole." What the hell!" he stood up. He was near a foot taller than me and eighty pounds heavier and I never saw it coming.The light was so bright. What is it about hospitals that they have to have such bright lights, I wondered."You okay, honey," said Desiree. I looked to my left and focused on her. "Where's Megan," I said, as sarcastically as I have ever said anything."Peyton, you. Byron, finally at his peak, felt his cock stiffen harder. He pounded harder, as his hot cum bubbled to the surface. Holding her tight against him, he tried to get as deep in her pussy as possible, and when he shot his load into her body, he yelled Harmony’s name. Sweat poured off his body, as he lay weakly against her back. His cock, empty of its cum, slipped from her pussy; dripping. “Who is Harmony?” Ayla asked. “I’m sorry, Ayla. I didn’t mean…,” he stammered. “It is okay, Byron. Is she.