Then Isucked the soft smooth head into my mouth, intent on licking and suckingit until she begged for more. But Kimberly had other ideas. She held myh...ad firmly in her hands and pushed all nine and a half inches of herhard rod down my throat. I wasn't prepared for it and I gagged a little.But she pulled it back till I caught my breath, then started pushing itin and out, increasing the tempo with each movement, and I knew she wasabout to come. After all, she had been aroused as long as Christie. I smile at her, partially embarrassed but still aroused. She smiles back. I straighten my blouse and jacket. The next stop is mine. *********************** After a quick walk from the metro, I arrive home. I climb the stairs to our bedroom, throw my jacket onto the bed, slip my shoes off and pull my blouse out of my skirt. I eagerly sit down in the chair in front of our computer table, open up my email, hoping for something from you. It's there. Erica, it reads, if you were with me here last. When we got to the Golden Gate bridge we were relieved to see that the city was engulfed in a refreshing cool blanket of fog. We started the night by doing Tequila shots at a bar on Union Street. A couple hours later I got a call on my cell phone from Elena. She had been dancing at her salsa club in the Mission district but was bored and wanted to see me. I told her to find a taxi and come over to join us. Twenty minutes later, she made her grand entrance and every guy in the place stopped. Mais ce qui frappe le plus c'est son visage de madone, ou brillent des yeux pleins d'innocence. Une bouche charnue ajoute à son visage un air gourmand, laissant penser qu'elle veut croquer la vie à belles dents.Sa tante demeure du coté de Bordeaux et ses parents la conduisent à la gare. Après les recommandations d'usage, Martine se dirige vers son wagon ou sa place est réservée.Elle ouvre la porte et constate que le compartiment est vide, ce qui n'est pas pour lui déplaire. Elle sait que cela.