But now I know. I know. I am more sure that I love Rachel then I am of any other concept in the world.We were lost in our own companionship as the tra...in rocketed along. The scenery was mesmerizing as we moved. It was pretty. It was boring. It was all part of looking at more of the world.We blasted past Port Hope, a very old town first settled by United Empire Loyalists in 1793, and was actually originally called Toronto(!) before being acquiring its current name in 1817. The name change was a. Realizing I was alone in the apartmentexcept for Frank and Beans, of courseI decided to stroll around naked until I could get my hands on a new outfit. Unfortunately, I had left my backpack in the living room. I stepped out of the bathroom and peered into the living room. I saw Frank and Beans busy play fighting, but that was not what I focused on. Instead, I made sure no one could peek in at me through the windows. When I was certain it was safe to come out, I strolled over to the couch, where. Within moments she screamed “Please! I need your cock in me!” I knelt between her parted legs and lined my cock up to her asshole. I pressed forward until I felt the head of my cock enter her. She took a few moments to breath and adjust to my engorged flesh, then pushed back against me. I moved slowly into her, my hands hooked on her hips, until I sensed the need to stop. I then backed out part way, paused for a moment, then again moved into her a bit farther. Within minutes we were enjoying. "Been batching it so long... almost seems second nature." He laughed. He turned around and leaned against the hand hewn table. "You create quite a vision standing there..." He said referring to me.I felt my face flush, "Thank-you." I said as I folded my arms just below my chest."I wasn't sure if I had died and gone to heaven... when you sent me your picture." His arms rested on the table with each rugged hand firmly gripping the edge. "I couldn't believe my luck." His shirt fell away, exposing.