I was close to coming but he had come just a little too soon for me. I clung on to him and ordered him to not stop, to go on fucking me hard. But he c...llapsed on me totally spent, panting like a marathon runner. His shirt was soaked with sweat. Finally his breathing calmed and he was nice enough to get off me as I still had my ankles up round my ears. He sat down on the seat and I swirled around and was sitting by the far door. For a moment neither of us spoke. His gaze was lost in the. Lovers—it’s all a part of who they are. When I dive into a computer, or ferret out information on the Internet, they become so real that I can talk to them in my head and it feels like they’re answering. Getting that deep into someone else’s head makes it hard to keep track of your own. It takes a while to decompress and I do that best while I’m sleeping.The knocking continued and I finally dragged myself out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweats, and went to the door.A little blonde bundle of. To this day I fantasize about what else she could've worn but of course she would've ended up taking it off almost immediately thereafter. Instead, I do take comfort and how sexy it looked as she scooted herself back on her bed with herself propped back on her pillows. She was now sitting back and turned slightly so that I had a perfect view.I wasn't looking straight on; but for the most part I could see directly between her nylon covered thighs as she already started to move her finger around. “Are you sure?”“You can cook me a meal and we can decide after that whether there will be any kissing. I’ll be home by five o’clock.”David kept well out of the way while Jennifer was cooking the first meal she had made in his kitchen, which he knew was necessary to allow the chef in her to flourish. It doesn’t matter what kind of a mess she makes, I can tidy everything up afterwards, he thought, and if I’m lucky it will need to be done tomorrow because we will be otherwise engaged tonight.The.