I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. When I was eighteen, the twenty-five year old man next door became a new...paper carrier. The papers were delivered every morning and put in his paperbox. The paperbox was filled to the top Sunday morning. I would sneak out in the night Sunday morning to rub in the papers. It was so exciting! There was always the danger of getting caught; it made me so hard and intensified the orgasm. The afternoon paper was delivered. She must’ve come a ton in my mouth. She let go of my head, I looked up towards her.Her face was reddened with excitement. Little beads of sweat were formed on her forehead. She reached out towards me and we started to kiss passionately.During our kiss she grabbed hold of my cock and slowly widened her legs, guiding my cock into herself.Her pussy felt warm and moist around my cock. I lay on top her not making any movements. Sensing my fear and excitement, she swung me around so that she was on. This made her jump from her seat. She was in good mood..I rubbed over her cotton panty. In that sitting position I couldn’t do that well but I tried that in my maximum. I rubbed her panty well I wanted to strip her right there but for that I had to make her more horny. So I played in those gaps. I slowly inserted my hand into her panty..”..oh….” A sudden sound came from her mouth… She leaned to the seat. I saw the lust foaming in her eyes. That made me more horny..i inserted my hand into the. ‘This is the condition. Every time you drink…’ Robert swatted the dresser hard. The loud crack against the wood made Tricia wince. ‘…you’ll get it.’ ‘Robert…Please, I promise…’ ‘Yeah-yeah-yeah. You promise. You promise. You always promise. Well, don’t promise, because we both know how much your promises are worth!’ She got up and tried to hug him. ‘I’m sorry.’ He pushed her away. ‘Tricia, you don’t get it! It’s always the same! You promise. You’re sorry. So’s the damn airlines! They’re sorry.