I agreed but seriously doubted that I would go. When that Saturday came around Jay called me about an hour before we were supposed to meet and got me ...VERY horny. He started telling me about all the nights he had masturbated to my pictures on the site. He told me that his cock was hard just talking to me and that he couldnt wait to ram it in me. He made me so wet I felt I had to meet him. Jays picture was deceptive, and he was chunkier than I expected. We sat around and talked and drank a. Give me your hot sloppy load, Ziyad!" He beganmuttering something over and over, and I didn't need to know any Arabic toknow what was next.He stopped pumping his cock and grasped the base of his shaft hard. Heleaned forward, his cock less than an inch from my open mouth. With afinal cry, he came. Oh my God, did he come! The stream of cum wasconstant, punctuated by the spasms of his orgasm which resulted in evenmightier spurts. It seemed more like he was pissing.I wasn't prepared for the volume. As she began to enjoy this new development the finger in pussy pulled almost completely out of her. As it held there, just between her outer lips, it was joined by a second finger. Then both were thrust up into her. When they reached as high as they could go inside of her body his palm hit her clit hard. The wave of pleasure that raced through her body almost knocked her to her knees. The feeling was unbelievable. Again and again they pulled out to the entrance of her pussy, only to be. .. and I owe you for going to L.A. with me ... and I owe you for ... I’m sure I’ll think of some other reasons later. I hope there will be a lot of booby playing tonight.”I thought she was kidding (about me answering the scores of messages, not about the playing with her breasts later) until she grabbed her luggage and headed back to my bedroom.I shook my head and watched her go. I was still peering down the hallway a minute or two later when she emerged wearing a conservative bikini. She.