"Are you ready to get fucked, Dina?", Rob inquired. "Please", she replied. "Please, I need to get fucked", she was begging for it now.. her sweet fa...ce was twisted with desperation. She whimpered, aching to feel that first deep thrust inside her....Rob was more than happy to fuck her, but he had to ratchet up her desperation some more. He guided his now rock hard cock towards her pussy, and just slightly parted Dina's swollen and wet pussy lips with his purple head. He slid just the head of. Ah! I have found her! I edge the door open slowly and I can see her peering intentlyat the screen, wondering why she hasn't got a message to say, I'm there, butshe is just about to find out why. Taking out the black silk scarf I have inmy pocket, I walk up behind her and; just before I slip it over her head, shecatches a glimpse of my smiling face, reflected on the computer screen. Canit be? Is it? Then everything goes black! Strangely enough, she doesn't feel the need to cry out,or even be. Her eyes, glowing and luminous to begin with, appeared larger and deeper, with the make up artfully applied. Even so, her face did not appear to be made up, her eyes becoming the focal center of her countenance.The dress she wore showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage, caressing but not clinging to her bust. Her hips were accented by the fabric, as it swayed with each step, as if to call attention to her legs. Combining youthful freshness and sophisticated appearance, any teenaged boy who had. Do you remember how this started? One of our early fantasies involved meeting in the coffee shop of a motel somewhere and deciding whether we would get one room or two. I think that waiting to finish our coffee could symbolize our waiting for the ‘right time’ to meet. The fact that we couldn’t finish our coffee, no matter how hard we tried, was a symbol for the longing we now have to be together, and the fact that we still haven’t made the move. I’ve decided that the fact that I woke up when.