(Written down the name and looked up the hours, even.) Mary liked dating him. She like his nice suits and his new, unfailingly clean car. She liked th...at she could wear her nicest law-student skirts and jackets, and look like exactly the kind of girl he should be seen with. She really liked him. But she also knew she was still watching every window for her ex, Joshua, just for the fleeting chance he would see them. Tonight, he could have seen them sipping expensive sake and nibbling sashimi. " My breath is hot but not heavy. Our actions are calculated, but not hurried. She cradles my hairy balls and gently squeezes, rolling them in her palm. I'm so big and ready, she is forced to undo my pants. Heather must slide them off because they are stopped on my monster cock. As she slides one side down, she kiss me hard, our tongues intertwining in passion. As my pants drop, I pull her closer, kissing her breasts, suckling her nipples, she is moaning in pure delight. ". Her groin had begun to ache, helpfullyalerting her to the fact that it was time to untuck. She took off herunderwear and gaff, sighing in relief. Being naturally well-endowed, Jentended to rely on a little extra coverage for modesty's sake. After allit wouldn't do to have every poor sod uncontrollably drooling over herwhenever she left the house.Under the powerful jet of water she felt energised, the detritus of theevening disappearing down the drain.The glass door of the shower opened and. "So many people have a mess." Sigh. "I talked to a few girls at school." The only 'luck' in it, baby, was that YOU weren't hurt. My buddies and I designed that house to stand two hundred mile an hour winds, and historical evidence says that where it's built NEVER saw a storm surge. We planned." But why? I mean, look at THAT house..." She indicated a badly damaged modern construct. Part of the roof was gone, a wall blown out."Oh, I know, little one," I said. "I could've turned my LITTLE house.