We exchanged many texts during the week, hers at times were sexually very graphic. I sensed her frustration in others as some of my responding texts e...posed I had concerns and insecurities to deal with.Later in the week, Jennifer undemocratically confirmed that her plans were to arrive at my home around eleven on Saturday morning. The weather was going to be very warm and I would wear a short summer dress for her. I was initially anxious; agreeing meant from the content of her texts, that she. She shook her head in a manner that I interpreted as an apology. At the sight of her sorrowful face my heart broke and I felt water gush out of my eyes. She stretched out her hands and pulled me to her, burying her face in my midsection just above my crotch. Her weeping, bobbing face in that region of my body started something that I knew could be dangerous. I knew fully well the force and rigidity my young six inch cock packed when at full mast; I couldn’t let that happen. I pulled away. .. i lick your juices as they flow and lick them from my fingers. I lower my boxer shorts and slowly run the tip of my hardness between your lips! It still feels a little cold from the ice as I push myself deep into you. You respond by wrapping your legs round my back and pulling me deep into you. Slowly I pull myself out and plunge deep into you, kissing you passionately, I start to build a rhythm going deeper and harder, faster and deeper, harder and faster. Feeling your body respond to. In the middle of the afternoon, (when I knew there would be lots of hot water) I took a bath, a long, leisurely bath where I soaked dreaming about what was to happen that night. I placed my legs over the edge of the tub. Just touching myself always felt so good. I thought about Emma and our times together, as well as the different men I had been with. Alan was, of course, the most satisfying to date, but unfortunately that did not last. I assumed there would be others, just as good or even.