We decided to go back to the room for a rest and then out for dinner rather later. A few times I found myself glancing at the large pink paper carrier...with the grey line drawing on the side which Sam was fondly carrying and almost slapped myself for picturing what was inside. Sam dozed a while in the room with some French TV in the background and, after a leisurely bath, I came out to lie down wrapped in a big towel. When I awoke, Samantha was in the bath. I listened as she splashed about and I. I went a little crazy after the win and things just mushroomed." Don't give me that crap! You didn't call me back once in the week before the final. You used me one last time to present that cute co-ed image for the semis, and then you dumped me. And because I didn't jump through your hoops on that last weekend you made it hurt." No, I was a little mad at you because you just left L.A. without even seeing me. That last week was crazy and I didn't want a fight with you on top of everything. I. She was unbelievably tight, and very, very wet already. I loved that first time, her riding me in that reverse cowgirl as I was sprawled on the office chair, fondling her breasts from behind. After about 5 minutes of thrusting and bouncing she knew I was close and whispered to me the words that made me lose it, “Let it go inside me”. I was finished and almost the happiest I have ever been. The one problem was that our positions were such that I really didn’t get to see her as we fucked. . She ever-so-softly whimpered.Something came over me that I had never felt before. I was actually angry with her. I felt inside that she deserved to feel pain or discomfort for even asking me to do something she knew I wanted to do but wasn’t really hoping I would accept the proposal of. Even though I loved her, I wanted to fuck her in a way she didn’t want to be fucked…and I didn’t care.In this spooning position, with my cock inside her dark, ‘dirty’ hole, I wanted to fuck her out of my own.