.nothing, nothing comes to me .... and then i see. a purple flower whose name I don't even know ... I decide to take it to pretend I want to put it in...my hair.I rock her, extend my arm to the flower and finally slide through her hair I throw a valve on her in passing (her hair is curly, it will hold better)I begin the descent to resume my starting place.get to the author of your face, I play it: what if we tried ???she burst out laughing and treats me like a madwoman ... I burst out laughing in. Then I felt his hand on my knee and he suddenly he leaned across and kissed me full on the mouth pushing his tongue between my lips. I instinctively I jerked back and hit my head on the window, but he followed on, moving across and pressing himself on me whilst kissing me again and grabbing at my left tit and squeezing it hard. Now I need to make it clear, although I was a virgin I was not a stranger to what we used to call 'heavy petting' that in my case included having a finger inserted in my. ‘I need a shower first,’ I say. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me this appreciative look. ‘You’re clean enough,’ he answers. He’s getting ceremonial now, embracing me, smacking a wet kiss on my lips, hunkering down, undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, like in a porn flick. He fondles my penis appreciatively. ‘We’re good,’ he says, and strips himself. ‘Lie down,’ he says, and points with his dick to the bedroom, ‘I need to pee.’ I’m on his bed now, with my butts — my best part —. It's 1 am, he probably fell asleep. About 3 minutes later my phone vibrated. I unlocked it to find a picture of Tyson, fully naked, his defined muscles and v-lines leading down to his semi-erected cock. "Babe look at what you do to me" God he looked good. I don't ever think I've ever wanted or needed him this badly. Just that picture and I was already so wet. "baby come home now" "Babe you know I would if I could, but my flight doesn't leave until the morning" That's when my genius plan came.