Wondering if he would recognize me since it had been so long, wondering if he would see me as I walked through a throng of people in the airport, pray...ng I wouldn’t miss him. I was never more nervous in my life. We were young, only 21 at the time, and I wasn’t supposed to be going to Sweden to see my boyfriend. If dealing with the nerves about meeting him weren’t enough, then I had to worry about the Passport Control officers stamping my passport. Then I worried about having to speak Swedish,. They said I could leave at one, but I told them later was better," she said."Oh. My flight to Portland is at five. We still have time," I said.Breakfast arrived a few minutes later. We were eating in silence, when Taylor spoke."I guess I'm leaving you." No, we're both leaving. Just because your flight leaves first doesn't mean you're leaving me," I corrected. "Besides, we both knew it was just for a few days."She looked dejected and went back to eating. I finished first. I really didn't have. But, being the stud that I was, I talked her into it. And she only agreed to it as long as I promised not to come inside her. Well, at the time, I’d have promised anything. Once again, I came twice. The first time only a minute or two after I started fucking her. I don’t think she even knew I shot that first load. So about five minutes later, when I’d worked-up to my second load, she realized what was about to happen and pushed me off her. I shot my second load all over her belly and. Sophia was sitting at the small table, sorting reddish-black berries into a chinaware bowl. She was wearing her dance practice outfit– athletic training cottons. I watched her gracefully pouring cream from the little pitcher onto the berries, and then she sprinkled powdered sugar over them. ‘Those make my mouth water,’ I commented. She looked down at her outthrust breasts, and then grinned at me. ‘Oh, er, you mean the berries, eh?’ We laughed and I dug into the high cholesterol side of the.