He slowed his pace, letting her calm down a little. After a minute he sat up, lifted her into a sitting position and kissed her. She loved to taste he...self on his mouth. A sweet, salty taste. He took her hand and guided it to the object of her desire, ‘Can you tell how much I want you?’ ‘It’s very evident,’ she purred, as she slowly started to stroke his dick. She loved the velvety smoothness. Her pace increased, until he couldn’t take anymore. He roughly shoved her back and inserted his hard. Once I knew he wouldn’t speak, my hands grasped his head and I kissed him again. Tongue! He was not inexperienced. As a matter of fact, he was quite good. The switch flipped, his heart raced, but now he had conceded himself to me. I tasted the mix of drinks that lingered. One of them reminded me of the smoothness he had given to me earlier. Nice.New song. “If I can make you dance I can make you dance baby, Hold on to my hips my hips my hips.” I grinded into him. His hardness was no secret,. These challenges were a surprise, a great surprise,but they were accepted - accepted a bit _too_ quickly, perhaps - butaccepted, nonetheless, in the spirit of friendship that _should_ existbetween our two houses of the Lord." Now, some might say that the challenge of the dinner basket was aninvitation to the sins of pride and gluttony, but this need not_necessarily_ be true. My own dear wife, Martha, has told me that shewill be preparing a basket. I have no doubt that the contents will. So many guys in desperate pursuit of females have asked me about my technique for "bagging" Melanie, as if a girlfriend were a big-game animal! I'm so glad I'm not in that mode.There's been a little progress on the kinetic front, no major changes. From September 1, 2002 11:42 AM to April 28, 2004 6:38 AM, I crossed over another nineteen periods of what used to be my sense-sphere doubling rate. Melanie had the thought that perhaps something new would occur again when I finished that second set.