I’m placing one foot in front of the other; toe to heel with perfect 6” gaps, my head is raised and my eyes fixed forward but my mind is entrapped... by the soft eyed temptation that pants nosily behind my stiff back. I’ve become entangled by the cleverness of my own designs and the wantonness of my pussy.I step onwards; walking through treacle like air, my heels catching in every crack of this crazy paving, the bones in my ankles rattling like die before the roll. My calves are jelly, my thighs. Reaching back, she guided my shaft into her warm, velvety-smooth pussy.She rode me hard, like a Pony Express rider fleeing bandits. Our bodies slapped together. I grasped her hips to try and slow her pace; I wasn't ready for this to end. She slowed her pace a little. I began to recite the 11 General Orders of a Sentry to try and postpone the inevitable. She pulled away from my rigid shaft and got on all fours. "I want your cum in my ass," she said as she wiggled it at me. Still drenched from. The problem was that he was having a hard time in communicating with her. They didn’t have much in common and when he talked to her after sex it was like she was a radio station having dead air time. Even though the sex they were having was good there was something drastically missing in communicating with her which caused him to eventually stop dating her.His more recent involvement with a woman was with Nancy, a lady he met when he was shopping. It didn’t take long after having some small. The plan was to still go to Lexie’s aunts’ home for Christmas Eve. Of course, her aunt was married to Lexie’s dads’ brother George. So, we would have to deal with George Jr. who I already had one encounter with. On Tuesday I went to the jewelers and picked up the rings. I then stopped at a store where Lexie bought a dress to be altered. I picked up her dress and then went home. I left the rings in the trunk of my car in one of the pockets. The week passed slowly but Friday night finally.