Lame did not cover it. Shock at his directness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered. “Well yes, generally I don’t involve ... man in my love life…” Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. “… but I occasionally allow one into my bed…” Her grin was quiet wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He didn’t know if she was being serious or not. “…You seem okay, you will do for now.” He knew. I told him to follow me back to the house. We went inside and started small talk. He asked to use the bathroom while I made coffee. Then we stood in the living room, him chattering away. It wasn't going anywhere. He was talking about something as if we were two guys bullshitting at the bar. I knew we only had about an hour or so and I started to think it was not going to happen. Part of me was relieved, the other part of me was intrigued. After about 15 minutes of small talk I knew it was now. I felt bigger than ever. Within moments I felt the stream of her cum juices flowing over my groin. She let out a scream, her tummy expanding and contracting in a spasm as she spent herself on my pole. She pulled away and lay down on her side with her back to me. I spooned up against her, my throbbing shaft pressing between her buttocks. I know better than to try to penetrate her, so instead I just held her tightly until we both fell asleep. I loved the smell and feel of her hair brushing. ? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of!"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel... too much! You... you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you... ?" Oh... oh God, Darling... not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it... not this time, Mark darling!.