I was slamming my dick into Jen. I wanted to have her, to make her mine totally, to become part of her and have her part of me. To become eternally jo...ned, one with the other. For the first time I was loving her as her husband, her life mate, the yin to her yang. We were one in harmony with the universe. This was the ultimate goal of our loving. Jen spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up as I pounded into her. She lifted her hips and thighs off of the bed and screamed as an orgasm started. It was a tight gown that reached to her knees, but had a generous amount of cleavage showing. She tussled her hair to flow with the gown and applied a little make-up. Not trusting herself to not masturbate, the second she was done getting ready, she went to the lobby to wait for her mom. She received several cat calls and whistles from guys of all ages ogling her over-ripe body. Somehow, even as horny as she was, she wasn't the slightest bit interested in them.After dinner, her mom stated that. We made out as he continued to stroke me. I reached into his pants and returned the favor. It wasn't long before I came, shooting my jizz onto the floor. That brought Reza over the edge, and he creamed his shorts."Shit, I didn't think of that," I apologized."Don't worry about it," the coach said, "he can just run naked and I won't mark him down."Reza grinned and pulled off his shorts, then used him to wipe my semen off the floor. The shirt came off too, and we headed out to the track together.. ”“Michael, well Mikhail, is my grandfather’s name.”“So I’d be Svetlana Yakovovna Loucksa?” Clarissa laughed.“IF we were to marry, yes. Though technically a name such as Loucks wouldn’t have the ‘a’ added.”“What does Loucks mean, anyway?”“It’s a form of the Dutch name Lodewijk, which is «Ловик», or Louis. So if we Russified it, you would be Svetlana Yakovovna Lyudovika. But I don’t recall proposing!”“A girl can propose, you know!”“Are you proposing?”“No,” she replied with a soft laugh. “But that.