”“Thank you,” he sat opposite her and leaned on the desk, “this will be my typewriter?”“Yes,” she looked at the second typewriter, “it...will be your typewriter,” she leaned back and studied him for a moment. The white collarless shirt and braces hid a muscular torso and she smiled at the thought of meeting him after the war. He seemed bemused by her studied reflection and leaned on his palm and returned her stare.“Something wrong?”“Oxford?”“Yes, Oxford,” he replied, “have you ever been. "Then she poked something else and said "One medium Sprite and one medium A&W root beer, please. That's all for now." The menu hologram went away, and she turned back to me. "That menu doesn't have anywhere near as many choices as the complete menu. We need to work on getting more things approved. I didn't see ketchup as an option for the hamburgers, although I did see soy sauce. I also didn't see Coke as a drink."Soy sauce on a hamburger? "AI, is there a dish of french fries with ketchup. Talking to me nicely and telling me what I nice fuck we had, she brought my cock to erection again. We started to fuck, though this time in a more customary manner, with my moving my cock in and out of her choot and she brings her hips up to meet the thrust of my LUND. We fucked like this for few minutes and I came again inside her pussy. She hadn’t cum so she looked at me and asked me to keep my cock right there inside her choot and not dare to move out. I was quite amused; I a 22yr old boy,. He worked his cock in and out at different angles, slowed down, and then went faster, then harder. “I’m coming, but don’t stop,” she finally said. Even as she moaned through her orgasm, he continued, slowing, pulling out to tease her clit with the tip of his cock and then plunging in hard and fast until she came again. It was then that he realized he could not hold back much longer. “I’m getting close, Donna,” he warned. “Please don’t come inside me,” she asked, “Sit down and let me try.