Just a hint of light from the streetlamps filling the room. I hear the door open, but I can’t see who it is from the bed. I call out, but there’s ...o response. I see him enter the room, and I immediately know. I know his shape. His movements. His scent. I sit up to greet him, but he’s already at my side, his lips crushing mine with a kiss. Our tongues tangled together in a lustful battle, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel that he’s still wearing his uniform. I run my hands. She discovered she could wrap her legs around my thighs for some stability and control. She wanted my motions and urged me with her legs, arms, and then vocally. “Oh, God, Jim. Fuck me. Love me.”I felt a huge desire to pump wildly into this teenage wet dream. I wanted to drown her in my cum. Instead, I whispered, “Birth control?”“Pill. Please cum inside me. I want everything you can give me,,, and Jim...”“Huh?”“I love you. I mean like I am seriously lost in my love for you.”“Chris, I ... I love. " She'd gotten a bit insistent about getting eaten one afternoon and I went after her with a day-old beard. The insides of her thighs were pretty irritated.When I stepped out of the shower, she was sitting on the lid of the toilet. She handed me the bath towel she was holding, then watched me shave. When I finished and walked into the bedroom, the covers were already turned back."I know, I know ... a lady's not supposed to appear anxious," she said, repeating something I'd told her, "but you. Then he unlaced the corset. All that protected her smooth back from his eyes was her camisole. He kissed the back of her neck. He took one side of the dress in his hand and walked around her, pulling it lightly. When he got where he was facing her, he pulled the other shoulder of the dress forward. The top of the dress came off her into his hands. Without the support from the top, the skirt finally dropped. She stepped out of the gown and he hung it in the closet.“This half will be yours,” he.