The older woman behind the register gave him a curious smirking sort of smile as she handed him back his change. That made him feel self-conscious, bu... not enough to leave.In the booth (which was painted a glossy black), he sat on a cheap plastic chair and watched the video he'd selected. It still felt strange being there, and yet, at the same time, he did feel excited, and perhaps a little less nervous than earlier.He got his cock out and started stroking it as the video showed a woman. He shook and shot again and again. I loved the feeling of his hot cum being injected in me with the passion I wanted…Troy……I didn’t want to go home ever. I just want to stay and fuck Ava.All weekend we had fucked over and over. I had to tell my parents story’s of where I was to keep them from knowing. I lay in my bed thinking how Dana and my buddy’s would die of envy if they knew. I would make sure they never knew. I wanted her all to myself. That next week I was at Dana’s house as we talked in. There wasn’t another story where a woman was kind and sincere and caring to a guy she was simply dating. That didn’t mean women weren’t kind, sincere and caring, but nearly all of those were in the lesbian stories. In the rest of them, it was up to the man to go to the woman and make her feel wonderful. I wrote her praising the second story. Then I remembered I had a mail folder with her name on it. Had she written me back after the first story? She had indeed, a very nice letter. It was from. “Right the properttyyy liiines.” I squirmed as the pleasure of her foot messaging my pecker overtook me. “I… I noticed we..“Well spit it out…” Steph said impatiently. I quickly looked at Amanda as I writhed in my seat from the immense stimulation her foot was stirring up with my cock. She had a smirk on her face as she watched me squirm and struggle to speak. “I.. Noticed. Hhhuhhh. We a… hmmmm ownneed a lot of land…” I quickly grabbed the hold of the table as my cock started pulsing filling my.