I hesitated about getting too emotional. As Roger, I hadn't been dating anyone steadily, and I didn't want to come off in the letter as appearing to b... my love interest.I wrote that we had met in Hawaii and had really hit it off; then we'd just happened to wind up on the same flight coming back. (That first part was technically true, since the plane was still on the ground when we first saw each other.) After we'd landed, we'd decided to grab some breakfast before he showed me the city. There. One of the guys in one of the courses I was taking began to approach me with improper hints, even though he knew I was married. Finally, I gave in and met him for dinner one night when we were supposed to be in class.We went to a motel and he undressed me. I stripped him as well and we fucked like crazy for about two hours. He came three times and I was so horny that I must have come about a dozen times. We were both very satisfied and I went home happy about having been really and truly. .oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” Jens groaned, his knees shaking again, his cock twitching and shaking with anticipation of the coming flood.Presea looked at Jens, a sultry, devilish smile on her face as she leaned her head down, her tongue running across the head of Jens' cock. The young man nearly came then, only barely able to hold himself from rapture. Presea smirked, Jens always liked to hold out his orgasms, delay it and make it as strong as possible.She adjusted herself, positioning her. "Little bit" might be an understatement in my case. Either way, I felt satisfied as his dark green eyes occasionally wandered south. "Hey, Neeko," I said, turning and making for the master bedroom. I motioned for him to follow. "How was the drive over?" "Goddamn lunch hour," he said with annoyance, though he tried to let humor slip through. "People obviously don't like packing their lunches." "Aww, I'm sorry," though I really wasn't. I was glad it took him long as it.