Perhaps she should, she had grown far too tired to continue, and just as she began to let her new-found hopes leave her as quickly as they had come, s...e saw it.-----The mailbox.-----Yes, it was vague, blurry, and undefined, but she was certain that it was a mailbox. She recognized the high, narrow post, with the rectangular fixture secured on top. Seeing this her eyes felt heavy, and she began to cry. Her tears had long-since dried up, leaving only a faint trace of a tear to roll down her. I smiled and kissed her softly again as I pushed my hand between them. The wetness is amazing. Our cum tinged with blood, mixed together in her sweet cunt. I pushed two fingers in her, massaging slowly. My thumb on her clit, I gripped her and worked my hand. Reluctantly, Taylor started to enjoy it. She did not make a sound outside of the short gasps of pleasure that she can't control. I feel her tightening, my cock hanging between them, hard as a rock. She is close. " Mmmm yes baby, just like. She giggled.We talked for another hour or so before hanging up and going to sleep. Actually, it was more like 'trying' to go to sleep because I didn't get much z-time at all. My mind simply wouldn't shut down. Images of Stacey in everything from biker leathers to a clingy red dress that showed off her slim, feminine body refused to stop flooding my mind.As the sun rose I stumbled to the window of my room and opened it full to let the cold air in to shock my system awake. The chilled air. I asked him if he liked that. I nibbled his thighs and balls, and once again took him in my mouth, it was so warm..and I wanted it very much. I started to go up and down and used my saliva to manipulate the rest of his cock with my hands. He gasped and pulled me up and told me he wanted to see my tits. But I declined. He got aggravated and asked me if I was teasing, I said "yeah probably, I don't know if you were what I thought you would be." He grabbed me, and pulled up my dress, I heard.