I write back ‘Who is this?’ I wait holding my breath for what seems like hours before I get ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that beau...iful smile and heard that beautiful laugh, Bells.’ Then, ‘It’s Christian. I’m across the street.’ I swallow my rising panic and look in every direction across from me until I see him. He stares at me, standing stock still in the middle of Manhattan traffic, and I stare back, not knowing if I should run or scream or bend over and throw up. I can feel my. "We should probably eat," Kris suggested. "Alright," Mel said to me. "Why don't you go get some work done, and we'll work on dinner." I went back to my room, grabbed my laptop, and then headed out and around to the front of the cottage where there was a huge wooden deck overlooking the lake. At the tip of the land there was a blue painted dock with a boat house at the end of it extending out into the lake. I could see a couple of people in a canoe on the water, but they were some distance. That sent shivers of desire through both of us. A moment later I relaxed my jaw, parted my lips, and allowed the hard and tingling head of Michael's penis into my mouth. My lips slowly glided over the engorged and nearly smooth bulbous head of Michael's cock. Then the shaft slowly slid deeper and deeper into my mouth! Michael's very hard shaft entered my mouth until I could take no more. I applied just the right amount of pressure around Michael's shaft and tingling cock-head to send shivers of. Then I caught him staring at me not concerning as he should be, but flustered I followed his eyes. My crotch, that’s were his eyes were on my cute little bunny knickers, my skirt had ridden up around my waste must have been from when I fell. Oh the shame, my cheeks were burning. He was coming over to help me when he tripped and landed on me, he just managed too brace his hands on both sides of me to stop from body slamming me. He was in a half kneeling half-straddling position above me, his.