She pulled my head away from her breast and began to loosen my belt. She pulled my head to hers and we began to kiss as she started to unbutton my pan...s and unzip my fly. She pulled my jeans down over my ass and let them fall to the floor. She placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me away before sinking to the floor on her knees. I could feel my cock was already beginning to harden as she slid my boxers down. She gave a slight yip of surprise as my cock sprang free. She stared at it as it. As her one hand rubbed my cock, her other hand guided my hand to her tits, which I graciously massaged. "They'll hear us," I said worriedly. "They wont," she replied, her hands now creeping inside my boxers. "I want you to fuck me" "Now?" "Yes." I could feel her hands pulling my cock out of my boxers, exposing it to the air between us. She sat up, and flipped over on the couch. Her feet were at my face, and I could feel her warm breath on my dick. She put the blanket back over us and went to. .. I was just..." I broke off... trying hard to think of something to say"Well I mean I've heard so many stories, I mean about being put on the block and the like... does that really happen with you guys?" God I couldn't believe I'd just asked that... who was this guy, my father confessor... I should just keep quiet before I dug too deep a hole."Yes well it's mostly true, yes we do have a block and yes we do put women on it" Oh I see" But as I said... only those who consent to it... those that. You have made my journey through the internet an amazing series of erotic adventures and I hope to do the same with the people of California when you arrive this weekend. I had a dream about you last night, which is why I am writing you this letter. I dreamt that I was reclining on a couch, like the ones’ you see in a psychiatrist office, and I was thinner than I am today. At six-two and two-hundred sixty pounds, I am no bone but I am not a marshmallow either. I was shirtless, wearing jeans and.