Ryan’s body was firm I felt under his shirt I could tell he went to the gym more than I did his back muscles were huge and I could feel each individ...al abdominal muscle, the sexual tension that had been growing since we met releasing, the kiss was broken, he said to stay he needed to get something, I didn't complain I knew what he was going to get.I was left with only thoughts my head a wash with thoughts, should I do this? I took a deep breath did I want this is? I was stuck in two minds on. I moan wanting you to enter my love shack, but you are still not ready to. This is agony for me, but knowing the ecstasy is soon at hand.And then you do, thrusting your firm, hard love-making stick into me. I cry out in happiness.You continue to thrust and thrust again. My sweet box throbs and clutches you, holding you, not wanting to let you go, but need to so I can feel you thrust into me again, deeper and deeper.We both are close to cumming, but back ourselves off from the final ultimate. ?Oooh, that’s so lovely, you filthy old pervert,? she sighed, ignoring the fact that she was five years his senior. ?Oh yes, don’t stop, you’ve got such a hot tongue!?The naked male licked and lapped at her, tasting her moistness, drinking in her sexual juices, and then came the words he hated – words that not always, but nearly, came during the third of the ?Thanks? sessions.?Ooooh, boy, Camille’s sorry, but she wants to go wee-wee, she’s got SUCH a strong urge,? came Camille’s words, which. " It was what my childhood tormentors used to taunt me with when I'd turn down a dare. "Gory, Gory, 'fraid he'll be sorry." It was why I've landed in deep doodoo so often in my adult life. Crazy courage -- that was what I was about. "I won't run. Not this time. Not even if I can't get it up again."There it was, directly in front of me. The door to room 1313. The doorway to my fate. I raised my hand to knock. There I stood, frozen, hand poised in midair. The hand unclenched and slowly sank back.