"I'm glad you didn't drive today." Anna said stroking my cock. "I was so disappointed yesterday when you drove off. I was so horny, I was ready to jum... you in the parking lot." "Really? It didn't seem like it." "I was playing hard to get. But then you got in your car and drove off before I could say or do anything." Anna said standing up. "Anyway, what took you so long to finally make a move?" She asked. "Make a move?" "I told you I finger myself and it's nothing compared to a dick, most guys. Turning back to the Pentagon feed and making my microphone live, I said, “Generals. What news do you have for me?”There was news, but not much detail. It went as follows:Israel was standing still, but making loud noise about her right to respond if attacked. I wouldn’t have that any other way.India was offended, but India is always offended. Somehow they’d have to suck it up and survive the invented slights.Iran was dead quiet. They had been through the wringer one time too many and did not. I lay on her and hold her to my body. She was tender, warm, charming and so lovely as she lay under me with my penis buried to the hilt. Her pussy's muscle pulsating my penis pleasantly that I start to begin my rhythm. Even it's my first time making love but all the porno pictures had taught me well about doing this heavenly action. It was not in rhythm at the first hand but, after some strokes, we found our rhythm that my penis and her pussy meet to our pleasure."Kiran! You're so lovely." I. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl's toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly.