Missy toyed with the thought of waking Robbie, rolling him over, onto his back, so she could mount him and ride until they both shook in pleasure. A q...ick glance at the clock told her she'd have to wait until later to feel him inside her, if she was going to make it to work on time. Missy hated working the early Saturday shift. What trade they did get were usually old and craggy and demanding. She preferred working Saturday afternoons, if she had to work a Saturday at all. The trade was busier,. As I approached the point of no return our thrusting hips synchronised perfectly as did the rigorous game of tonsil tennis being played out in our mouths. Did we achieve simultaneous orgasms on our first date? Not sure; but what I do know is that I have never ejaculated for so long in my life. Screen cum is just a teenage wank over a girl, usually her face and tits; it looks more impressive than it is especially after careful and expert editing of multiple camera angles. This was nothing like. In the future, both you and Mr. Humbertwald can see one another more efficiently.’ ‘Splendid. It is about time they build a train station around here. Do you have any idea if Miss Highbrighton is still upset with me or not?’ ‘From what I was told, she has calmed down. I do believe that there will be a meal to be shared in the near future.’ ‘Yes. You think I am wrong to ask her such questions?’ ‘No, Sir. You have a right to be concerned. It is best you know now than later. I do not want to see. “Oh,” I simply said, smiling at her to show I wasn’t bothered. “Well, that explains things,” I giggled. She giggled with me and tipped her head back as I leant forward to put the gloss on her lips. She puckered them every so slightly and my pussy clenched again. "What on earth was happening to me?" I wondered. Just as I put the stick onto her lips to swipe the gloss, she reached up swatted my arm away, stood up and locked her lips onto mine wrapping her hands around my head. It took me a minute.