“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot!” Leigh said, out of breath and fully relaxed.“I thought you’d like that. And there is plenty more where that cam... from. Now, on your hands and knees.”Leigh was nervous about this part, but he was still so turned on he didn’t really think about what was going to come next. He heard Joe strip down his pants and pull down his underwear, before going to the nightstand where he grabbed a giant bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.“I’m not sure, Joe. I’ve never had. Rubbing up against Abdou's manhood for over an hour had taken its toll and she could feel how wet she was. In fact in the restroom she had needed to dab at her inflamed pussy with tissue paper in order to stop her juices soaking her skirt. Why do I always get so wet when I'm ovulating she wondered? "Well I suppose we could come and see where you live," she said, "but we mustn't stay too late must we John?" "What? I err no, I suppose not," stammered John as Abdou rose and offered Carol his. Then my host in Antwerp decided to play hard to get and I ended up checking into a hotel. Nonetheless, I managed to spend eight days trying to sample every dark beer brewed in Belgium and eat French fries every day.But the past week, I had been surrounded by old friends who welcomed me into their home near Amsterdam. We’d had a good time together and I’d had a good time exploring on my own. It’s amazing how little desire I had to even window shop in Amsterdam’s red light district, or to settle. She is desperate to cum and she reaches between her legs and starts to finger her nub. It is wet and slippery, and she fingers it hard and fast. It isn't long until she screams and floods his hot cock with her gush of warm juice. She collapses on top of him and he puts his arms around her. "What was that all about babe?" he asks, because he knows she likes slow, sweet lovemaking. "What, I need a reason to fuck my brains out?", she barks at him, annoyed. "I needed it, so don't ask. .