This isn’t going to be a nice loved up weekend – we’re going away to some where secluded so we can fuck and make as much mess and noise as we ca... without worrying about neighbours heading us etc.Off my boy and I go on a shopping trip into town. We go into a few underwear shops and browse what’s there, I look to my boy and I can see his cock is twitching already in anticipation. We walk past Ann Summers and he begs to go in. I tell him they just don’t make clothes for bigger girls. I want to. She placed each nail to my lips and I proceeded to kiss and make love to each of them. She then scooted down and took my member back up in her hands. My body was ablaze with feelings as she slowly brought me higher and higher towards my climax.She continued with the talking. She told me about her day, from the very beginning of how she undressed and showered; slowly scrubbing and rubbing her entire body clean in anticipation of tonight's date with me. She had anointed a special perfume and oil. He simply assumed that during the three to five minutes it took him to climax that she was also getting what she wanted. It was a common fallacy and one which, sooner or later, often lead to marital problems."Phillipe, honey, I don't think this is any of your..." How can you say that? You're in the prime of your life and you're giving, giving, giving, without getting anything in return." Honey, that's just not true. Your father loves me very much." Then why isn't he giving you what you want.... " He would plant himself in front of the door if he had to, and make her say something. This was ridiculous. He missed her and wanted his friend back. He sighed as he thought back to high school days, and how they had become fast friends their first year. He had just moved into the area, and they were in the same homeroom. She had sat in the row next to him, and when she saw him reading a copy of Dune one day, she started talking to him about it. It was one of her favorites, and they became so.