“Steve,” she said softly, “bring an overnight bag when you come Tuesday.”I wasn’t going to get into a debate with her on the tram, so I just...nodded. I’d have to talk to her about that, because I knew her feelings about what it meant to make love, which I was sure she was intending to do.“Also, I have a message for you from Suzana Jonsson,” Sofia said. “She wants to meet you for coffee. Can you do it on Monday or Thursday morning in Hovås?”“How about Monday morning around 9:30am? I’ll take the. I wonder to myself if she is just teasing or plans to help this man to completion. I have seen her before and knows that she goes home alone 99% of the time. It seems to be a game to her, see how much she can get out of the men without having to give in return. From what I see she is very good at her game, and have seen few men get angry at her. She moves with the man back to the bar and they continue their conversation. I say conversation, but it’s about as much a conversation as you can have. The front of her panties were coated with my cum. Getting out the baby wipes I started to clean myself off as she slipped her panties off and wadding them up put them in her purse.“This is going to be my very special present, that only you and I will know about. Special memory, of the first time I made you cum with my pussy, on my pussy. And Pete, now that I am fifteen you have to realize something.“No later than my sixteenth birthday, I want you to cum inside of my pussy.” She bent down and. “But maybe,” she breathed as his tip parted her lips and sunk partway into her canal. His cock was nearly as big as a coke can, the head butted up against her tight entrance before her slick wetness eased him in. “Maybe it was how you made me cum earlier. I really liked how you played with my breasts.” Easing down further, she clenched a few times as he hit her cervix a few inches in. “You came from that earlier?” He asked slowly plowing her with his thick cock in a slow gentle rhythm. .