True, there was the red rubber band on the door knob. And true, she was supposed to be gorgeous. But still, suppose she was some sort of stalker or so...mething? Suppose she went around from one MILF show to the next, selecting her next victim?Aw, who the fuck was I kidding? I put my key in the door and pushed it open.She wasn't reading now. Hell, she wasn't dressed now. Terry Kennedy was sitting on my bed wearing nothing but a smile. I closed the door quickly behind me."Terry?" I asked, even. I was trying to mask the scent of Cassie on my shirt with the beer. I was planning on telling Carolyn that Cassie had spilled her beer on me as I was trying to get her out of the bar. Surely she would believe that. I sat the beer can on the hood of the car and dug my pack of cigarettes out. Nothing masked a smell better than cigarette smoke. When the lighter was ready, I lit up a cigarette and began smoking it. It was disgusting...I had never been much of a smoker, but it would help me keep my. “No…not yet” she wailed. “What?” I said, startled at her reaction. “That was too soon – you came too soon”. “What was too soon about it?” I asked. “I did not get anything out of it, or not much. Now I will cool off while we wait for you.” She replied. “Why do we have to wait?” I asked. I had been lying on her, my cock still buried in her now sloppy pussy. My RIGID cock still buried in her. She took note of this and said “Most guys can not keep it hard after they cum. You will find that out when. He had lain in bed wishing for sleep as long as he could and now just wanted to stretch his legs and find a way to occupy the time before morning, hopefully without waking the rest of the house. Though he was grateful for the den-light, he hoped it didn't signal unrest in the house, a sick child perhaps. Maybe someone had simply forgotten to turn the light off, or maybe it had been left on in case someone couldn't sleep, so they could find their way around in the dark. The door was partially.