I was beginning to ache from the pressure of my penis against my shorts. She freed me and grasped my blood-engorged shaft in her hand. She helped me ...ff with my shorts and my shirt, then pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a groan when my cock disappeared down her throat. Her tongue playing on the underside of me, her brown eyes looked up into mine. I felt a rush of pleasure. The end was not too far off. Waves of ecstasy surged over me as I exploded, shooting my come into her mouth. She. .. You're better than him..!” She exclaimed "Aaaaahhh! A young 18 year old stud..!” While fucking her I even tried to insert a finger or two inside her but that was not possible because she was too tight. She then told me “Stop, let's change position, let's go to the kitchen” I replied “Are you crazy!? What if somebody sees us? Or worse my mom catches us?” She just replied “No one will see us let's go, this room is too small anyways” I hesitatingly agreed and went to the kitchen with her . I know I can’t give everything you need. Perhaps nothing of lasting value, but it doesn’t matter. The light around us is just a little warmer for now, and that’s enough now.There is something else in your eyes. Need. Desire. Hunger. You tilt your head back as I lean toward you. We kiss deeply, and warmth transmutes to heat on the softness of your lips and tongue. It *is* a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don’t care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my. Snickering as she hung up she gave me another grin. “Ok girl, spill it. What exactly did that yummy gentleman say to you back there?” “Oh no you don’t, you sneaky wench you. You spill it first. He specifically told me to ask you about him. So tell me… now!” I leaned back and waited. Taking a sip of her coffee she leaned back as well and started to tell me the tale of Glenn. “Ok, first of all he is just as nice as he seems to be. I have known him for about 3 years and I can tell you that his.