" she laughed. "And more important to book sales, who was sleeping in whose bed." Really?" Stephen said, trying not to sound too curious."Really." Cyn...hia repeated. "And the real story, not the stuff that finds its way into all the papers." Like what?" Stephen asked, unable to totally stifle his curiosity."Well..." Cynthia pondered as she ran her manicured fingers across her lips. "I guess a fan like you deserves a little reward."Cynthia stood up to her full five foot five height and stepped. We were quite lucky living where we did, an attractive market town surrounded by green fields and hills, and still only just under an hour away from the coast. Bob had decided to take us out in his ‘pride-and-joy’, a 1959 Morris Minor convertible which he had completely restored from a rusting wreck he found in a barn. After an initial bit of ribbing and ‘old-banger’ jokes, we set off at what seemed quite a speed for an old car – at least, that’s what it felt like with the top down. It was only. As her orgasm raced through her body causing her pussy walls to clamp dowm around Hakeem's cock and also causing her to arch her back lifting her and Hakeem slightly of the bed, a warm clear stream of liquid squirted up from her pussy and sprayed against Hakeem's abdomen This supprised both she and Hakeem and they locked their lips together with Becky moaning her pleasure into Hakeems mouth as her orgasm continue racing through her body. Likewise as Becky's orgasm overwhelmed her it also. She didn’t reply back I thought she left and won’t talk again for my surprise she replied and said was waiting my text.We started chatting she didnt tell much about tell details, we spent good 2 hours chatting about random stuffs atlast she said she’s feeling lonely so she read few stories here and liked mine texted me. I said thats good to know and she said she likes foreplay more than sex and never had foreplay in her life.I said you missed the best fun in sex, we both laughed and I asked her.