He ran it up her spine to the back of her neck and pushed her down onto the mattress. Then he spread her legs further and she moaned at the feel of hi... thick bulbous cock head rubbed against her lips. It ran down to her swollen nub pushing into it, rubbing over it, over and over again.Lori’s fingers gripped the blankets and wiggled slowly back and forth, moaning louder feeling her muscles already throbbing.He pulled it back up through her lips and pushed just the tip inside her, but moved it up. She loves to suck on my tongue and kiss me for several minutes after I perform oral on her. She begged me for my cock. She stroked my cock on her clit and then pulled me forcefully onto her so that I could fuck her. I drove my cock hard in her pussy, and she just moaned. After several minutes of heavy thrusting, I noticed she kept looking at the window. With passion taking over, I told her that it would be such a turn on if someone was to walk by and see us fucking. She just moaned. Before I got up on stage at Scott Crawford's house the night that heoffered me a contract, I had questioned where my life was supposed to go. Ihad questioned who I really was. Ever since the accident Mary had beenworking with me to help me find my place in the world.Now, with a multi-platinum selling album, a very successful concert tourunder my belt, and legions of fans wherever I went I no longer questionedmy purpose. Even if Sarah Carerra hadn't become a main part of my life Icouldn't. She sipped her coffee, looking bored.“Where you headed?” he asked.“You shouldn’t be here,” she replied. “This lounge is for truckers.”“I know, but guests are allowed, right?”“Whose guest are you?”“Yours,” said Jack with a smile, “For now.”She turned to look at him. She liked what she saw, a good-looking fortysomething man, powerfully built, with salt and pepper hair and a boyish smile lightened by bright eyes. He wore a polo shirt, slacks and loafers.She laughed.“Well, pleased to meet you,.