So as you can imagine, leaving is hard. I probably have my head up my butt the first few days I'm out, but I'm sure I'll be over that. I guess I reall... feel this is the real thing and it's getting pretty serious. I wouldn't want to be married this way." I explained as honestly as I could."Listen Rob, I totally understand and you wouldn't be the first man who would want to be home if he were just married. We know it goes with the territory. Let things play out, but I'll keep you in mind if we. And that internal confirmation of the words I’d spoken to her just and hour or two earlier, moderated the baser feelings that had been blazing inside me. So I was able to at least partially ignore them, and that gave me the time to get Ros to the same level of excitement. But as that really wasn’t very long at all I was then able to hold on even once we had started fucking in earnest, which obviously both surprised and delighted her. Having enjoyed at least two pretty dramatic orgasms she. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You mutter to yourself as you quickly rush into the halls of your high school. This is the worst. The first day of your senior year and you're already twenty minutes late for class. It was just terrible luck that your car broke down and you had to call to get it towed and wait for it to get there. Honestly, it's surprising that the truck arrived when it did and not an hour or two later."Fuuuck...." You zoom past a teacher and he yells at you to slow down, but you barely. ’ Another suggestion whispered into her ear. She again shifted her position without really thinking of much more than the magic of his fingers. As she settled on her back with her hands under her head, he moved to start with her feet. ‘You know, it doesn’t seem fair that you are fully clothed and I clearly am not,’ she lazily observed. He smiled as he continued his work. ‘I suppose you have a point there. Does this help?’ As he moved from one foot to the other, he lifted his shirt off over his.