She pulled back for a second, looked at me in shock and amazement, and finally after a couple of seconds, said to me in amazement, "Holy shit. What th... fuck was that?"I just looked at her, embarrassed, and feeling really fucking stupid. "Fuck. I don't know. I guess I always wanted to do that. I'm sorry. Shit, that was just fucking dumb."She looked at me like I was on crack or something, and said, bluntly and very forward, "What the fuck? I'm not complaining. That was really amazing. It felt. ” I think it was the ‘baby’ that did it. And that damn accent.What the hell—I like showing off my cock. I looked around, nervously, and started to undo my jeans. I pushed down my boxer-briefs, and pulled it out. The night air felt cool and nice. Her eyes staring down at my cock was pretty nice, too.“Michelle said you had a big cock. She was quite truthful. Can you make it hard for me?” I looked around again.“Maybe. Showing me your breasts would help.” It seems only fair, right? She laughed,. “I’m getting off at 3:30. Give me an hour after that and if you can get off early come on over. How’s that sound? I’d love to have you over!” She’d love to have me over. She’d love to have me over. Spirits filled my heart. They filled me all over. And all I wanted was to be with her forever, I told myself. I want to be with you Theresa, forever and ever and ever. Okay, I know it. I’m going too far to fast. But I got off even earlier then she did and instead of going home to shower I went right. Without those great or shining qualities that constitute a genius, or are fit to make a noise in the world, he had all those humble ones that compose the softer social merit: plain common sense, set off with every grace of modesty and good-nature, made him, if not admir'd, what is much happier, universally belov'd and esteem'd. But, as nothing, but the beauties of his person had at first attracted my regard, and fix'd my passion, neither was I then a judge of that internal merit, which I had.