She knelt before me and rotated her hand side-to-side, watching the little buckaroo flop. "It's still awesome, but I think it's dead." I thought it wa... dead before you got it up the first time," I said, barely able to keep my body upright on the natural rock bench. "In fact, I thought it was dead before you got it up ... whenever that was I woke you up to move off me this morning." I bet I can resurrect it," she said, rising and straddling my legs."Cheryl!" Oh, relax, Uncle Randy. I won't put. "Well, you certainly did make me shoot quite a bit earlier, plus I did shoot earlier with your undergarments too."She let it out once again, but immediately began stroking it. "And that's your excuse for making your dream woman work for your seed, Vince? Is that what you're telling me now?" I guess, but I've also been trying to not cum in your mouth too, are you saying you want me to pop now?" No, but don’t hold out because of me, though, stud. Call me crazy, but I'm sure it doesn't feel too. I would have agreed to anything."Maybe on the second or third date," she added primly. I knew she was pretty conservative, but that seemed like a long wait, just for a kiss. My blood was boiling for her."Okay. How about tomorrow for lunch?" I offered. I'd rather make it breakfast, but she wanted to move slow and I had to contain myself."You know I go to church all day," she frowned deep, her eyes narrowing to little slits. "Oh, right," I agreed. "I'll talk to you on Monday, Michael," she said. What should I do ?That that evening Hansa Bhen did not go home. She cooked the dinner and around 8:30 pm served me dinner. After she had hers and the household chores were over for the day she came to my room sat on the mat on the floor and watched the TV with me. We made small talk but never brought up the topic which was burning my heart and mind since morning. I retired at around 10pm and she went back to her room switching off the lights in my room. Son I dozed off. Some time later around.