Give me the address, and directions." Well, first off, I live just across the state line in a small town called Poplars Cove, just off the interstate....It'll take you a good hour to drive it, but don't worry, I'll cover your gas for you." Holy shit Rog, you live way the hell up there? Couldn't we, say meet half way or something?" Greg, I wouldn't ask this, especially since we haven't been that close for the last few years, but believe me this is important. It's just, well it would be better if. I wrapped my hands in her long black hair and helped guide her mouth in and out on my cock. "Mmmm, she moaned in approval. I pushed her back into the bed and rose over her touching her lightly with my body but kissing her, and then letting my lips slide down her neck to her breasts where I kissed them and played with them, pulling her nipples into my mouth and running my tongue over them. She moaned as I pulled hard on her nipples, taking as much of her gorgeous breasts into mouth as I could. I. She looked around, and once she was happy, she looked down at her clothes. she was wearing an LFC grey sports jacket, an LFC football shirt, a red skater skirt and red converse pumps. She slipped her pumps off and placed them on the seat next to her. She smiled, and removed her jacket. "never thought I'd be doing this" she muttered to herself. she pulled her shirt over her head and looked down at her sports bra. it was grey with red trim, and her panties were the same. She unhooked her skirt. S-sto-p! Stop! I am feeliAH! She felt her lower body spasm uncontrollably under her attacker, and with overwhelming force, Amelia reached a climax. The force of her first orgasm caused her back to arch upwards, and although she tried to suppress it, a great force of emotion flushed out from her and she could feel herself squirting as though her bladder had just relaxed, allowing its contents to flow out. Amelia lay there feeling inexplicably happy in spite of her condition and at the same time.