This had to be your choice and you had to be old enough to do it. And I don’t want you to feel like you’re fucking your mother. I want you to feel...like you’re fucking a woman you love. Laura. Just call me Laura and make love to me.” Her hands had begun to slowly stroke upwards on my cock. She was light. I couldn’t get over this kind of subtle touch when she was saying things like “fucking your mother,” and “make love to me.” It just felt too intimate. Part of my heart was afraid of it, but my. I managed to nod. I could feel her holding my manhood, and my balls were still slightly painful, but the pain was receding by the minute.“Wow, talk about geysers. Old Faithful has nothing on you,” she smilingly said.“You see,” she said, “the problem isn't this.” She squeezed by it for emphasis. “It's these.” And she gently cradled my balls with her other hand.“The first time I saw you naked, I realized that you had an average cock, and don't be offended, there's no dishonor in having an average. Instead of jumping into bed, they both quickly changed clothes and let a woman from the hotel staff recommend them a good restaurant in the area.After the meal, the couple felt a lot better and took a walk through the quarter around the hotel to get to know the area a little bit. They felt a lot better and active by the time they got back to their room about 11 at night. Unexpectedly, they heard a familiar voice as they stepped out of the elevator. “Hey! It’s you! Oh my god!” a gorgeous blonde. It was a mix of emotion from excited to doubtful but overall, they agreed to her idea and helped to build this propose by saving their money bit by bit"More than enough? Are you sure our savings would make up the large sum to build the villa?" She asked, for clarification so she didn't want to believe what her friend said earlier was a bluff. But her tanned friend let out a happy smirk at her, telling her that she really meant it."Remember the lawsuit I filed against Chris years ago?" She asked.