Pressing her against the wall, he leaned in for support, panting into her neck. ‘We may have to try you sitting in my lap while I drive after all,�...� he said a few minutes later, his face still pressed into her skin. ‘I can’t seem to let you go.’ She gave a breathy laugh, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly. She drew back, running a finger across his mouth. ‘Every time,’ she mused, staring at his lips. ‘It’s just as amazing – if not better. Every time.’ ‘I know,’ he said. I say, ‘Do you come here often?’ It’s an inanity I know, but it’s all I can think of to say. ‘Yes, you could say that.’ He takes a few sips of his drink. Then he says, ‘You’ve been coming here every weekend night for the past month, but I’ve never seen you dance. Why is that?’ I have no idea how to respond. I wonder who he is, what he does for a living, but I won’t ask him either of those things. They don’t really matter do they? At least, not tonight. I wonder how to answer his question. ‘I. The airport is about 5000 feet. Remember Quito." Maybe you'd better keep your arm around me so that I don't fall."By the time they arrived at his house, the sun had gone behind the front range of mountains and lighted the sky with brilliant colors. He carried her bags into the bedroom, and said, "See, I made room for you in the closet and for your makeup things in the bathroom." We have just a little more space than we did on the boat. I like it." She kissed him against the bathroom counter and. Maybe it was random or maybe he was turned on by something, but i couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I was trying to be subtle while i looked but it was just so huge i couldnt help myself. It looked to be about 7 or 8 inches through his pants. I looked up from his rock hard cock and the mans eyes met mine, he had seen me staring at his dick. I quickly turned away and tried not to make eye contact again for the remainder of the bus ride. When my stop came, I got off and, embarrassed, kept my head.