Martin must have heard the sports car, because he asked me who had driven me home when I got in. I just said one of the boys from the course. I didn't...tell Martin what pub my bag was stolen from, well he didn't ask, he must have assumed it was the pub near the college.The following morning Martin took me down to collect my car and arranged to get another set of keys for it. That was going to take some time because of the central locking thing. You know, you push a button on the key fob thing'y. Her arms wrapping around his chest, her body pressing into his from behind, felt the heat of her and her love all in an instant.Turning he pulled her to him, noticing the slight shimmering of tears in her eyes before his lips found hers. It was a deep meaningful connection, imparting the depth of feeling he felt both for her and this place.Mille formed herself to him, she felt his passions stir, understood that he had put down much of the burden he had been carrying all these years. In this. The feeling of your body pressed against mine, the sound of your breaths, the touch of your hands on my back. I pull away for a moment to take off my shirt and toss it to the side. I giggle when I catch your eyes on my cleavage. I picked out my favorite bra for this occasion, but it won’t be here for long.My hands go to your hips, and I raise your shirt up so you can take it off. I kiss you again as your hand fumbles at my bra clasp. You unclip it, and I let it fall to the floor. I pull you. .. You break off the kiss and frantically unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. You can't wait to get to my cock. You pull down my pants as I kick off my shoes and socks. The wet from my pre-cum has stained the front of my thin cotton underwear ... not white but dark blue. They are bulging with my erection. I step out of my pants and as I try to kick off my shoes and socks, you jerk down my shorts. Before I can get rid of them, you already have my cock in your mouth. A.