I felt rather self conscious standing on my balcony in my sweats with a still very obvious erection tenting the front of them as I put the chicken on ...he grill to begin cooking. Stepping back inside I took the glass of wine that Barbra handed me. And we sat again on the couch. Glancing at the dining table I saw that she had set out two small tins of salad from somewhere, probably the salad bar at the grocery store near her house. Barb had also set out two plates and silver ware. I smiled. "I know it's the cats," he murmured to himself, "I know one of you bastards has my keys." He went back into the livingroom and started taking everything off the couch and coffee table, piling the stuff in the middle of the floor. Only after removing and checking under the cushions did he concede that the keys weren't there.Next, he checked both end tables, the lounge chair, and the occasional tables between the two chairs. He even checked both bookcases; the one between the breakfast bar and. “oh yes, keep going!!” she yelled as she thrusted her penis harder into me. Feeling such pleasure as she got deeper and deeper I knew I was going to cum soon. I began bouncing on top of her. All I could hear was our moaning and the wet slapping of my ass on her dick. She started moaning louder, “ yes yes yes!! My spermies are getting ready babe, you ready to become a mommy?” “give me your sperm! Empty your juicy balls into me, give me your babies!” I moaned. Her penis started convulsing. ''And now you're leaving, this one night a week thing was alright, but its not enough. I want more of you, I want to fuck you every night, and feel your juice all over my dick, your pussy tighten when you cum and hear you moan. I know how much you want my dick, you are so hungry for it, I see the devil in your eyes whenever we meet, this is just crazy.'What was this, he was getting too deep, I knew we had been seeing each other for a long time, but only for a few hours a week.'Whats going on,.