Before I have the chance to unlock the gate, the oak front door is pulled open revealing Tom, grinning. He tucks his hands in his pockets and leans ag...inst the door frame, clearly amused.“Are you going to stare at the gate all day?”I glare at him, push the gate open and walk past him into a small cottage.“I have many questions,” I reply.“Okay, hit me,” he prompts as he closes the front door and leads me into a small room. To the left is a stove and kitchen, to the right a fireplace is roaring. I'm looking for a LOT of excitement." That can be arranged." Then suppose you call me and we'll see if we can't excite each other." It will be my pleasure."They had met at a hotel the following week. The young man did not exaggerate. He was handsome, muscular, conditioned and well equipped. That encounter had lasted more than three hours. When they finally lay back on the bed side by side, both were sated and exhausted. Matt was far more energetic than any of her other lovers had been and. He was looking for just the right motion that brought me the most pleasure. And I when he found it I responded by crying out, "Oh yes! Right there! More! More! Fuck Me Harder! Yes! Oh God! Yes, Yes, Yes!"Once Darrell had found that perfect rhythm he started to thrust with more force. He continued to pound his big, black cock deep into my pussy until the moment that my senses overloaded: my back arched, and my head bent back as I clenched my ass muscles and thrust my hips violently forward. I. But they didn’t need to worry…while on the outside I looked like a punk rockNroll junkie…on the inside I was still a cool girl. I did drink…but I developed an affinity for beer – Belgium being the world capital for that nectar… I also liked wine – but that was it…I wasn’t much into hard liquor …apart from the occasional tequila shots . I didn’t smoke – except for the occasional joint and never wanted to try out anything else. Once only during a trip to Amsterdam, we tried some mushrooms…but I.