I hardly ever see her leave, so I don’t think she works. So what does this all mean to you? About the same as me I suppose, not too damn much. I did...’t really even give Shela a thought. She’s nice enough and all that, but she just wasn’t the one to float my boat, if you know what I mean. We could end the story right here, but you’d probably walk away scratching your head. I can hear you now, ‘What a fuckin’ moron.’ There is more to this story, and after all that’s why you’re here. I started to. I agree totally that you look amazing totally shaved. I enclosed my photos. Sent it. Waited no reply from the mystery woman. Hell I was going to keep her photos. Two days go by and finally a reply from my mystery woman. Hi Jack, sorry for sending you my photos. I was unaware that Samantha had gotten a new phone number. I really enjoyed your photos as well. You are a very good looking guy. And also you have a nice body. And a nice size cock. I then get a couple more photos from her. And this. She said he was her boyfriend and she treated him to two scoops. He was a tomato-head the whole time!’ Still no reply. Sara breathed deeply. ‘Funny how no one’s here today. Usually kids are screaming all over the place.’ She let out a nervous laugh. Why was he being so quiet? Was he mad at her? Did he somehow find out about Kyle and the kiss? No… no way. Sara could just die if he did. But how could she let a relationship start off on a slippery landslide of a lack of trust? Her guilt swallowed. I pushed a couple of inches between the warmth of her pouty cunt lips then stopped to rub my thumb gently over the little bump at the top of her slit. Her hips jerked involuntarily as my thumb caressed her clit, thrusting upward trying to engulf more of my cock. My hips began twitching, inching a little more cock into her in slow, rhythmical thrusts. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile played across her lips as she concentrated entirely on the sensations radiating from her well-filled.