So we did. Devon was a handsome young man at six-feet-two-inches, 210 pounds with a muscular frame, broad shoulders, thin waist and as one could easil... see, powerful thighs. Devon now had a neatly trimmed mustache that he hadn’t had in high school. As we walked across campus, talking and then while we sat and chatted at the student union, I couldn’t help but be impressed with his manners, his poise, his bearing, his openness and I became readily aware of the fact that he was both well-known on. We made love for almost an hour (true). I was so nervous and anxious. I honestly couldn't cum even if someone offered me a million to do it. So, I just kept going...and going...and going. She moaned and shook several times. I remember how she'd whimper before each climax and I really liked how I could feel her opening tighten around my penis each time she came. It worked for me. I guess it would have been worse if I had lost my load within those first few minutes. Here, my story takes a strange. As he is dishing up the food, he hears a sound that causes him to turn around. She is exiting the tent; gloriously silhouetted by the crimson hues of the rising morning sun. He is unable to make out any of her features save the sensuous curves of her delightful hips and firm, pert breasts.As she exits the tent, he calls to her; “Hungry?” “Breakfast is ready” “I was hoping to have it ready before you woke up and bring it to you in bed.”She walks over to the tall oak tree standing alone by. Melanie had gone out into the lobby with Paul but was nowhere to be seen as James and Rachel crossed it towards the elevators.Rachel pressed the button for James’ floor. His mind raced. “Was this woman about to try to bed him simply because he was now the Boss ? Some sort of power trip ?” There were, after all, only three suites on that floor. He looked at her and would quite happily have had some very basic, not to say base, sex with her, if only because he was still thinking of Melanie.