I’d been rough with Amy, the girl who grew up down the street, carried away by the lust of finally fucking her. Not that she seemed to mind. But wit... the girl who grew up in the room down the hall I was gentle, deliberate. She was too. Slowly, our lips welded together in a searing kiss, as I felt her testing the muscles of her innards on me. We played a little game of flexing our intimate muscles for each other, her tightening like a slippery vise, then relaxing, me flexing and twitching,. She leant to kiss it, then sucked it slowly and for a long time while her free hand stroked my hair and face. She came up for air and I kissed her mouth again. Sasha shifted on the sofa so that she could almost face me, and she opened my dress further, almost reverently. Tentatively, I reached out and covered her breasts with my hands, and she smiled at me. ‘If you want to, you can open me up. You don’t have to ask permission.’ I felt that what she was really saying was that it was okay for me. I laughed my ass off. “No, Big C…that takes a bit more than a month or two. You’ll see. We want it to be a surprise.” We left the airport a few minutes later and drove all the way to Somerville where we stopped at a sub shop where I ordered one large Italian sub, asking for one of the usual three parts to be cut in half. These were big—really big—subs; almost three feet long with Italian cold cuts and provolone cheese, lettuce and tomato and onion, oil and vinegar, oregano and salt and. Push({"serve": {}});So again I reached to the left where he had beenstanding and yes, he was still there. I startedstroking him again and continued for a while. I couldtell he was into it, as his cock was so hard and Icould easily feel the veins protruding, even the veinsfelt rock like. I gave him several light touches withmy fingers on the head only. I knew we/I were makinggood sex as I could feel his cock-head twitching as Idid a circle dance on it with my finger tips. This all was a real.