It always reminded him of the smell of crocuses in the spring. It seemed like Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for Lucky this week. ~~~ Lucky was...pulling his pants back on when Rose looked up at him. ‘Can I ask you a question Lucky?’ Lucky couldn’t imagine what she would want to ask him, and nodded, ‘Sure go ahead.’ ‘Well, you come in here every Saturday, and always ask for me, and I was wondering why? There are prettier girls here, and well, I just wondered why you always asked for me?’. She jumped on to the bed and got on her back, inching back, spreading her legs for him.He pulled his light blue jeans off and crawled on top of her.“I don’t know how long we’re going to be holed up here,” Jamie said as they snuggled into each other’s arms. “Right now, I don’t give a fuck.”“Ooh!” she cried out as his mouth attacked her neck and her breasts and his hands clawed at her silk.He pulled the straps down to expose her breasts. He marveled at them. He hadn’t seen them in two years. She. Does that make sense? I suppose my southern girl upbringing somehow associated sexually free people as not the nicest people. Now that I’ve questioned that belief, I see how ridiculous it is, but it is interesting how we see things, without real evidence. I guess there are nice people and asses in every demographic, including swingers. I digress. Patrick is a nice guy. He’s hot as hell and sends me messages that are quite possibly the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Its not too much,. Which she enjoyed a lot.I cummed in her pussy after one and a half hour. I become tired and she asked​ me to finish the breakfast. we completed the breakfast​ by being nude . and ready to have sex sessions. this time doggie style since was really good in it. She had a long hair I pulled that and inserted my cock in her anal and started my in and​ outs by pulling her hair which made both of us in a real fun. and sounds from the porn movies made me motivated and fucked, screwed and tore her love.