”“Can I call you on Saturday mornings?”“Sure, but sometimes I have hockey practice.”“I know. I want to give you my phone number and addres..., but you probably shouldn’t call.”“That sucks, but OK.”She gave me the number and her address and I wrote it down.“I love you, Jesse. I’ll call you next weekend.”“I love you, too, Francesca.”“Bye!”“Bye.”I hung up and went back to the couch to read The Sum of All Fears, a book my dad had suggested I read.April 10, 2000, Chicago, IllinoisOn Monday afternoon. But I was beginning to enjoy weird. The rest of that week I was so excited. Mating with Goldie was even more intense. Particularly when I did it missionary and stopped him knotting with me. Of course he would become frustrated and really go at me later, which made it even more enjoyable.Saturday Mrs Walden didn’t go to the office. Instead she and I went shopping. First we picked out clothes to wear to the office. I had expected corporate style but she said she wanted more “bling”. Short skirts. She wore short shorts and t-shirt, and invited me into her room. We wasted no time once I entered her room. We started off kissing and stripped naked, getting into her bed. I quickly messaged her tits which were about a C close to a D. I touched, squeezed and sucked on them as she moaned with pleasures.I reached down and started to rub her pussy, she was shaved with just a bit of hair in the middle, kind of like a landing strip! I moved my face down to landing strip and followed it to her. I literally do not stop for a couple of minutes! Your whole body heaves with each blow. Redness is quick to appear, you are not unfreezing a sound. A good slut serving dutifully her instructions. The redness is deepening & the stinging increases as you writhe what little you are able. I finally stop & rub those swollen tight buns & lick them ever so gently with soft kisses. You relax as I slide my tongue into your ass. Your moans are quite heavy as I pull away & slap each cheek with great.