"One final kiss, Jenny?" I ask. Your only reply is your lips locking with mine."I like kissing a man," I say and we exit into the real world.We walk t... the elevator and you press the button. I miss seeing your red fingernails and inhaling your sweet perfume. The door opens and we enter. I hope we make it to the lobby without stopping, but the car makes a jerking motion and stops on the second floor. The same older gentleman enters and looks at us and smiles."Good morning, gents," he says. "Oh my god, your so big Kyle." Natalie exclaimed, surprised at the size of his cock. "You like it?" Kyle asked "Mmm, I do. In fact let me show just how much.". She got down on her knees and pulled Kyles jeans and boxers all the down to his ankles. Natalie then grabbed a hold of his cock began to slowly stroke it "You like that?" she asked. All Kyle could say was "Uh-huh." as he couldn't believe what was happening. Natalie noticed Kyle's surprised look and giggled "Your cute when you look like. You placed a pillow under my hips, lifting my bottom. What were you doing? Were you going to take me like this? You positioned yourself between my legs. Two hands spread my backside and, for a moment, we rested like that, my bottom exposed to your devouring eyes, my rear opening clenching as spasms fired in my belly, rivulets of moisture overflowing my trickling vulva. I felt so exposed, so naked and vulnerable, and so completely in your power. Blushing, I was powerless to resist you. I. "Dad started singing a parody version of an old Frank Sinatra song: "Chicago, Chicago, it's twenty below. Chicago, Chicago, the wind and the snow."Sheila cracked up, looked at me, and said, "Now I know where you get your quirky sense of humor." Quirky?" Quirky. Hey, it's better than geeky. You geek," she grinned."Jock." Brainiac." Musclehead."My parents were cracking up."Musclehead's my favorite term of endearment," Sheila told them with a grin. "He's a born romantic, isn't he?" You want.