" Joy pleaded again. Lorenzo smiled. "I won't. I just need to work some things out and I'll do it. I promise." he said. "I love you." Joy said hopeful...y. "I love you too, Joy." Lorenzo said with a smile and hung up. He sighed and lay back on the bed at the cheap flophouse he was staying in. He closed his eyes and reflected on all of the happenings that put him in his present predicament. Lorenzo and Joy were born and raised in Decatur, Georgia, a small town suburb of Atlanta. Their father,. She loved Alan unreservedly, always would, but if free to choose any lover within this crowded ballroom, Adam would be her choice. She had waited for Adam’s move since rejoining their table next to the heaving dance floor. They faced each other, her knees together, his enveloping her slim thighs. They were comfortable together and exhilarated, oblivious of their busy surroundings. They spoke briefly, breathlessly of the day, the celebration each had taken full joyous part in. For two magical. He broke the kiss and began to lick my cum soaked face. He kept all the cum on his tongue, then fed it back into my mouth. I was enjoying this and I began to rub my foot on his leg. He looked at me and smiled. He knew how much I wanted him. As we continued to kiss, I began to play with his dick through his shorts. I was already hard and this made me want him even more. I broke off the kiss and worked my way down to his shorts I began to pull them down and he lifted himself off the bed to help. The thumb rested on my bottom lip again, waiting, teasing and then without warning as the hand gripped my mouth and pulled down, every last inch was quickly pushed in. When it happens that fast it’s hard to adjust, but we all know that’s the point now, don’t we! This is the point you brace yourself and expect things to go fast. But not this Sunday morning, he didn’t move. What felt like ten inches, was probably only six, but the thickness was hard to manage. Tilting back slightly, trying to.