“Mmm, that’s it, baby, ride this cock. Ride it hard and make yourself cum. Ohhh, fuckkkk, you feel so damn good!” He urged her on – urging her...to cum all over him, to give him what he wants. He knew he wasn’t going to cum just yet and he was fine with that. He wanted her to get her satisfaction before he did. That was a simple rule he laid out for himself ever since he realized a woman’s true needs during sex. “Oh, God, you’re cock feels so good inside me! Mmm, I love riding it, baby.. He took the question as permission to look again... He smiled into her eyes when he was finished, and pointed out the ways the outfit suited her. Her lips parted involuntarily at the flattery - she didn't expect him to notice why it was working - and she turned it into a grin, thanking him for his obviously tasteful opinion. She pouted just a bit as she asked if he'd look at another outfit for her, and genuinely smiled as he agreed. Hastily she returned to the fitting room and shimmied into. I couldn't remember a storm lasting this long. I mean we've had hard rains that lasted, I don't know, thirty minutes or so before but not like this, all evening.I had just dozed off when the sirens started wailing again. I jumped up and ran to mother's bedroom. She was up and was heading toward my bedroom."Quick," she said as she turned and headed into the bathroom. We cowered in the tub with my sleeping back over us for about twenty minutes. The rain and wind continued but there was not the. I was trying to figure out how old she might be. Some place in the neighborhood of sixteen to eighteen, I’m thinking. Her breasts were about thirty six -d Her waist was about 24, and her hips was about thirty two or three. What ever it was it looked good to me. I was wondering whether to try and make conversation with her or not. She was so pretty, she may not talk to me. “What’s your name?” I asked, “my name is Jim.” She looked at me and smiled, “It’s Sally,” she said, “what.