I came back out of my clothes and mounted her one last time. This wasn't making love, this was fucking. I hammered her for another ten minutes. I coul... have went longer but needed to leave. I told her to milk her tits as I rode her. She began milking herself and talking dirty “you like my milk yeah.... fuck my creamy hole...fuck me good”. We kissed and I felt my final load build. She milked her tits and smiled as I gave her my final load. Coming down, I kissed her and said “I really gotta go”.. "I've been wanting to play with these tits for so fucking long" he groaned, he stood up and picked me up; he walked over to the desk and lay her on it.She waited anxiously as the only sensation she could feel was his hot breath on her neck and the outline of his hard cock beneath his trousers, still growing as it pressed harder into her buttocks. Then she felt a second of a touch inside her skirt...his finger pushing past her hood, onto her wet clit, ever so briefly. She waited for more, more. " he said."Wait!" Tim trotted over to the bushes, fiddled with something, and suddenly strings of Christmas lights blinked on, adding white twinkles to the warm spring evening."Oh!" Ken said in wonder. "They're beautiful!" Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?" Tim reached out and held both of Ken's hands in his."I..." thrown off stride, Ken took a second to gather his thoughts. "It's just that ... I mean..." Tim's hands felt wonderfully soft and warm, Ken realized."That you were born a man?". The florist worked with me to find a decent box to put them all in, so they would be okay for spending a few hours in the trunk of my car.I went to a local K-mart and looked for better candles but didn’t have much luck. There were two long tapers, and I found a couple of decent holders to go with them, but it wasn’t really what I was looking for, I bought them anyway. I did find a few delicate red scarfs that I thought might look nice draped over a lamp. I also found a few soaps that smelled.