He gladly agreed. It gave him the opportunity to pop in the Listerine breath strip and watch her bottom move so seductively in her tight black skirt....“She may not feel comfortable in those heels, but she looks like a woman that knows her stuff in them!” He thought to himselfHe walked her out to her car and she said, “Hang on; I do have something for you.” She sat down in the front seat of her car and looked around. He did also, though he was not certain why. Then, without any further. I stripped all of my clothes off and lay on the bed, waiting for Mike to come back in and take me again. My cock stayed semi-erect and I was tempted to masturbate, I was so turned on replaying the previous night's events, but I didn't want to waste any sexual energy in case things happened again. I lay on my back with my legs spread, thrusting my cock and balls against the sheet, then turned on my stomach and fantasized about being taken from behind. After a while, I heard the door being. "Good girl, it's over now, there's my good girl, shh, shh. Oh, my poor little baby girl, what happened to you?" Her anger pulsed, but was smothered by a strange glow of pleasure. She was still his girl. She'd always been his girl. She'd never let him say that, any more than she'd let him call her a baby, but now ... She was his girl, and that was fine.The tears trickled to a stop. Russ leaned over to her Mom's night table and grabbed a handful of tissues. He held one to her nose."Blow." She. I walked over and opened it, and there stood Michelle."I went to the ladies room at Macy's," she said. "I saw your phone number on the wall. I believe you now". She stepped through the door and into my arms. I kicked the door shut and held her tight."I'm sorry," she said, looking me in the face. "I should have believed you." And with that she kissed me several times, each kiss deeper than the last. We pressed our bodies together like we were trying to become one being, and the passion was.