I can tell I’ve finally got her. I smile, knowing I’ve got her where I want her and for a moment, she’s hesitant. Then she slides over and lays ...er body on mine. Our lips meet in perfect union, the most angelic kiss that ever existed. Our tongues meet, perfectly in tune. I wrap my arms around her waist, then I push her back from me. She’s confused. “Why’d you stop?” she asks. “I never stopped. It was you who went silent after the first day we met. Why did you ignore me?” I demand. I have to. Now, two days before Daniel’s eighteenth birthday, the old man was gone. He was like a third grandfather to Daniel, and it really hurt to know that Mr. Johanson’s laughter wouldn’t ring out from family get-togethers any longer.“Excuse me. You’re Daniel, aren’t you?”Looking over, Daniel saw a man approaching. “Yes, I’m Daniel.”“I’m Steven. William was my father. I’m sorry I had to meet you under these circumstances. He talked about you all the time. I just wanted to let you know something. It. He knew he needed to pull over so he started scanning the area to find the perfect spot under a tree. As he pulled over she positioned herself on the seat, on her knees with her ass in the air she quickly got back to the task at hand. Making long smooth strokes with her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. With each stroke she used her tongue to play with head of his throbbing member, which made him harder than he had been in years he felt paralyzed unable to control the intense feeling that. Our kiss is wet, passionate and unrestrained; reminding me of teenage lust. But we’re not teenagers, and there is so much more that is happening between us besides lust. The depth of intimacy and trust developing is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with any man before. Slowly he pulls back, lifting his weight off of me leaving me cold and exposed, despite the warm temperature of the room. The full weight of his body on mine had pacified me, and I giggle a little because it reminds me of.