But I had to walk into the house an hour later and tell my folks that they had fifty percent fewer cars. That was a most unpleasant evening.Tonight I ...eel like a dead man walking. I wasn’t having pre-coital anxiety syndrome, if there is such a thing. If there isn’t such a thing, there should be. What else are you supposed to call it when some guy can’t get it up due to too much thinking? Maybe I should patent the term. But shit, I can always get it up. Maybe if my dick would just fail me now. The next morning, I woke up early and went over to Tonya's room. We messed up the bed in a way that we hoped would be suggestive of sex and ordered breakfast from room service. I changed into a bathroom and Tonya took her top off. When the food got there I opened the door. According to plan, Tonya shrieked and ran into the bathroom. I looked embarrassed and had the waiter leave the food at the door. I made sure to leave a generous tip, since I was hoping for this exchange to make it into the. "Oh, my..."I said trying to hold myself up.My arms were shaking. I finally collapsed next to Matt. He wrapped his arm around me and held me for a long time. For once, I think we were both spent."Julie you are incredible." I know."Matt grabbed me and rolled me on my back and straddled my hips.I was giggling. He started to tickle me."Please! No! I don't have the energy!"Matt stopped tickling me and leaned down and kissed me for a long time before he sat back up. I checked my watch and It was. . in and out, not hard enough to hurt me. I can feel you getting harder, and when you slow down I move my mouth to match up the speed. From your body language I know you are about to cum. I wrap my lips tighter around your cock, as you spill in my mouth... I want every last drop. After swallowing, I lick your cock clean. You zip up your pants and untie my hands. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for.