”I did as I was told. Morgan placed her hands on my hips and I put mine on the back of her head. Not wanting to hurt her, I slowly worked my cock in...and out of her mouth a few times, letting my balls slap against her chin. She stopped me. “Don’t be a pussy. Give it to me.” Message received. Again, she opened her mouth and I began to fuck her face. This time, there was no holding back. I thrusted my hips forward repeatedly, slamming my cock into the back of her throat. I could hear her choking. And experience has taught me the taller and leaner he is, the bigger his dick tends to be. THAT is a definite plus.The jogging boy heading my way definitely fit all my parameters. He was about 26 years old, maybe 6-foot 2 with short brown hair, a hatchet of a nose and cheekbones that seemed to frame his entire face. His legs were long and graceful – not skinny – like a thoroughbred racehorse. They were fuzzed with a decent layer of hair, although I wouldn’t call him Bigfoot. I’d guess his. "You mean a pretty girl like you isn't married or engaged yet!" the ladysaid to Aunt Edwina.Aunt Edwina smiled. "I guess the right guy hasn't come around yet," shereplied, unsure of where the conversation was going."If it's okay with you," the lady said, "we have a nephew who's in townfor a few days, maybe he could escort you for an evening. He's aboutyour age, single and very nice!"Aunt Edwina seemed to be getting a little nervous now."That's very sweet of you," said Aunt Edwina trying to. Not only were they online sex-chat buddies, but after many sessions of chatting about anything and everything, Damien had a very real fondness for the far away vixen. “Hey, babe,” he responded. “What’s up?” “Guess who’s coming to a town near you… MEEEEEE!” she replied. If the internet allowed shouting, it’s obvious that she would have been. She continued on, “My company’s sending me to a training seminar, so for a whole week! I’m going to be staying just up the road from you!” “Really?” he.