A portion of his male ego was buoyant at the concept he'd 'tired them out'.His more sensible side however reasoned it more likely all the excitement o...er the last few days in Ayeka's case.He had only the vaguest notions of what rigors Ryoko had endured to bring her to this conclusion.Right now he didn't care.It was her, really her! She was real and seemed happier than he could easily remember.As for himself? he was at peace.Feeling more content than he could recall in a long time.The last few. When we did see each other, we would spend the night making dinner, watching TV and have sex, almost like it was planned out. The sex started to feel like a chore and made it feel like we were losing touch with each other. This was startling, because when we first started dating we were both fiends for each other and couldn't stop having sex. We would fuck as much as we possibly could and were known to have several complaints from the neighbors from the relentless screaming, moaning, and head. Mark stepped into the parking lot and started walking. He saw the firstwoman had already gotten out of her car and was walking toward the mall.Mark had his Dillards bag and his purse. A slight breeze was causing hisbare arms, feet, and legs to chill even faster. Not to mention he worenothing under his skirt. He became more excited as he approached thewoman his erection now a concern for him as he noticed it pushing hisskirt out even more. He breathed heavily as he walked himself into. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly slid it in, feeling it on my tongue. He moaned and I tried to swallow it a little deeper, my jaw hurting, then I started doing the same things all my friends told me and the same thing I saw in a video or two they showed me, sliding it in and out. He held my head, one of his hands stroking my fringe. But in no time I figured I was completely out of tempo, maybe because I was too nervous. Then I pulled away..."What was it?" He asked. "You were.