I never saw her or heard from her again.Well, that was a long time ago. I did go to college, but I didn't get married. When I came back to my home tow... for good, though, Dennis had gotten married. Laura was new in town since I left, so we hadn't grown up with her, but I could see what Dennis saw in her -- she was not only a looker but she shared some of his interests and even a few of mine, so she was easy to talk to.Dennis works as a traveling salesman, although what he sells is extremely. I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had almost a listening expression, as she felt me pushing in.Deeper and deeper I sank into the silky grip of her vagina, and she seemed to soften again, opening her legs a bit more, accepting the penetration. Finally I was all the way in. I felt the head of my cock gently bump over her cervix and nudge into the very end of her passage, just as my pubic bone came firmly up against hers. Some part of me seemed to confirm what it had expected:. "Laura, Do you want to be picked up from the airport? I'll give you my address, because I have never told you where to go. I can't wait to see you and wish you a happy birthday in person.Love, Jan van Es."No second later there was another reply from Laura."Thanks for giving me your address, babe. Are you working later today, since it is already Saturday for you. Hey, why don't you give me your work address and I'll meet you there?Love, Laura Vandervoort."Jan got so incredibly hard reading that. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink fromembarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidlyexpanding cock went out to the girl. Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer hadjust dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment,she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if shewere about to take a dump right there on the floor.Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on theconveyor belt, she swished through the detector and outof my life.She’s probably going to L.A.,.