It is still named "Central Avenue", and, unlike the side street, is beginning to bustle with early morning activity. John stops and can only gape in a...azement.Everywhere he looks he sees lovely women, and a goodly number of them are breathtakingly beautiful. There is not a single one that he would not classify as being very attractive. They all look healthy, energetic, happy and contented. They all have trim well proportioned figures, even the ones well up in age. He does not see a single. Her mouth opened and short gasps of air. Her whole body convulsed, shook from head to toe. She collapsed onto me, her pussy still quivering around my cock. She slowly rocked whilst on top but just gently. I was close but this down time was helping prolong my inevitable end.Louise had come to her senses again and slowly lifted her tender, sensitive pussy off of my cock. She was ready to finish this and made sure I was going to be taken care of. She knelt beside me and lowered her head to my. She started going harder and Oscar began to thrust upwards into her, seeking their mutual climax and getting warmer with every muted collision of his thighs with her ass. She kept silent, as though she knew not to wake Harry, but he could see the delight deep in her eyes, boring into him. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from making a noise, though as the orgasm grew, he was sure he would not retain such considerate composure. The noiseless image was surreal, like a silent black. I wondered at the time if she was orderedto be nice to me or if it was her starting to accept me. As time hadgone on I had considered her a friend. She was always excited about myand Jenny's little adventures and how we were getting through ourlittle travails. As we were perusing the menu she asked how finals hadgone and checked to make sure we were going to be at the MemorialWeekend Party, which I for one was looking forward to even if Jenny wasnot. Bridget even asked how my HRT was going.