Why didn’t I talk this over with her first, instead of springing it on her as a Valentine’s Day surprise? She’s right. I need to be more communi...ative. I’m such a dope. Yet, as soon as I started thinking negative thoughts because of her learned expectations and ingrained behavior and my incommunicative stupidity, I turned my thinking around and refocused on the good. I started thinking positively to reverse the negativity that suddenly filled me like poison. It’s all not going to happen. I couldn’t take this very long and I pumped into Jenny for a long full orgasm.Jenny kept going until she started leaning back and moaning. Her nipples got very big and she groaned and squirmed and came for a full 20 seconds.Jenny got up and both Mandy and Rick got a good look at my semi-erect package.“Wow” Mandy exclaimed“Do you both live here?” Jenny askedRick replied. “we actually live down the street pretty close to each other, we’ve learned how to sneak in here.”“Are you. This wasn’t her. She hated it. The feelings. The whole performance of it. She hated the fact that she felt any of it was necessary at all. She wasn’t the sort to hold back what she felt, but letting it out would make it impossible to avoid why. If the why came out, Quinn would be in danger. She wasn’t willing to take that risk. So she walked. Strutted really, telling Will with her whole body that she was angry and off-limits.When she reached the prow she took a deep breath and leaned on the. Her ass stook out and again I was hypnotized. I could feel my cock starting to move in my pants and had to look away just to refrain myself from having an erection in the middle of the airport. We finally left the airport and took a taxi to the train station since where we had to go was far from the airport. As we sat in the taxi I asked her, “So Fatima, are you married?”“Haha no I couldn’t possibly have a husband with this type of career. I meet many men as a travel agent and a Muslim husband.