My name is Mark Turner. Have you ever noticed that sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction. That point was driven home to me over twenty years ...go. At that time I was in grad school working for my masters in engineering physics. I had enough money to be able to afford a reliable, older, car and have an apartment to myself. But I didn’t have the time or money to go on dates. Bummer! Our school is located less than ten miles, as the crow flies, from the USA/Canada border. Our winters tend. But I know I wouldn't like myself. So don't apologise. Ifanything, I should be thanking you. Worshipping your feet, even. Well,more than I already do, heh." If you want to thank me," Sarah says with a devilish grin, "you're morethan welcome to 'rub my face in it' if you like?" A devilish grin of myown spreads across my face as we head back to our small flat.Needless to say, we end the night 'rubbing each other's face in it'before, as always, falling asleep in each other's arms. When I wake. I grabbed my shaft and started stroking myself as she looked wide-eyed at my tool."Here it is Stacy. Here's my cock. Is this what you wanted to see?"She was completely turned-on and biting her lower lip as she stared at my hard, swollen shaft and purplish mushroom head. She glanced up at me with eyes glazed over in wanton lust and I felt her free hand sliding up my thigh. I sensed she was seeking permission to touch my cock. "You want to touch it, don't you? You want to touch my cock, to feel. ” I said, “Okay, let’s see you tighten your pussy!” Joanne spat on my cock and rubbed my shaft. She then mounted me, cow girl style. Nothing unusual there I thought. She said as she started to get me in, “Oh god that feels so fuckin nice.” She placed her hands onto my taught stomach and said, “Take a deep breath! Soldier.” She raised her body on my cock about two inches. It was like watching a gymnast at work. She brought both legs around together over to my head. A foot either side of my.