.I need to fuck you’ …she intern stripped him down and replied in his ear ‘…do it …just do it’ …’three months I’ve waited for you to...fuck me’.Once again her back was against the wall the tiles were cold against her naked back he raised he leg and spared her legs he ran his hand across her slit it couldn’t resist seeing how wet she still was before he guided in his cock. Her juices were running down her leg …she needed him inside her .She glanced down at his dick as it throbbed and oozed and. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"When I finished, she moved up on my body and positioned her pussy directly over my cock. She moved my cock so it was lined up with her slit and sank her pussy down on my cock. "Yes! Oh, God, yes! Yes, Pete, I would love to be your wife!" as tears streamed down her face. "Just don't ever stop fucking me!"I didn't know what to think. This beautiful woman who came into my life a short time ago not only accepted my marriage proposal, but was fucking. She had always liked the tradition of having a candle in the window to demonstrate welcome and love for someone who is away. The fact that he put it in the kitchen window didn't surprise her. That was the room where they had spent much of their waking time. Some families seem to live in their kitchen, and that had been the case with them. When one of them was out after dark, they always knew that the other would have that candle lit."Farrah, are you sure you're ready for this?" the voice on her. Maybe then my boyfriend would notice. It was a constant, churning pressure, right against my most sensitive areas, traveling and tracing perfectly inside of me so that I had to clamp down. I stood there sopping wet, squeezing my thighs against each other like a cricket, trying to keep myself from cumming. I let out a soft coo…Kent didn’t notice, but this girl gave me a look.I waited for an opportunity, ducking out at the next row. I needed to go somewhere, anywhere, but the nearest bathroom.