She moved her body so that she could land on her butt and lift her shirt off. Before I could move to join her in bed she stood up and began kissing me...much more passionately while reaching into my pants, into my boxers and grabbing me. When we had dated we were young and she usually would trace over my penis through my pants or boxers. It suddenly hit me that she likely had fantasized about this moment just as I had. I allowed her to rub my cock in her hand and unbuttoned my pants for her. I. ’ ‘Don’t you wanna save yourself for our date?’ ‘Missy, I can go all night long. Oh God! Ohhhhh…’ ‘Hello?’ ‘Oh God, that was so good.’ ‘Sounds like my work is done here,’ I giggled. ‘You are so hot, baby!’ ‘And we haven’t even met.’ ‘Don’t worry, we will. Where can I take you for dinner?’ ‘Hmmmm…there’s a nice restaurant at my hotel.’ ‘Where are you staying?’ ‘The Interconti.’ ‘Perfect, what time?’ ‘You’re the one wearing the pants, you get to decide!’ ‘Ha! How about seven?’ . My hand took her left hand first and crossed fingers while my hand pinned it beside her pillow.Then she automatically gave in the right hand, meeting a similar fate as her left hand. My chest is now completely crushing hers. My flesh at the sides of the elbow is pressing hers, which is covered with the blouse. I have now literally pinned her to the bed.Our heads moved from side to side as we kissed madly. After a few minutes, I released her hands. I buried my face between her mounds and held. You know what they say about blondes with big tits.”I replied, “No, what?”Heather smiled and said, “We like to fuck, silly.” Then she laughed that special little laugh that I had grown to love.I took her hand and led her inside my house. My wife was standing in the kitchen and asked, “What are you two up to?”Heather replied, “He is going to try to fuck my brains out.”My wife just laughed at her and said, “Heather he has been trying to do that to me for years. It doesn’t work. I’m still smarter.