Hair - check. Shirt - check. Nice pants.It was the Third Date. And if you know anything about dating, Third Date is usually the Sex Date. Where you an...d your date finally get down into bed.You’d think with all of the action I’d been getting lately, that I wouldn’t be stressed about that. Other than knowing that four girls - turns out Grace had come up preggers - were carrying my bastard children, my sex life had become less about “when am I going to get laid” to “when aren’t I going to get. Biting my lip in anticipation I look you in the eye as you unbuckle your belt and let your jeans fall. Reaching out, I stroke the throbbing outline of your rigid dick and tug at the waistband of your boxer briefs to signal it's time to remove them.I waste no time in showing you how much I hunger for you, as soon as your cock springs out to meet me, I take it in my mouth and gently suck the head as I stroke your balls and I hear your deep sigh of approval. You begin to thrust and I take you. I shared a very close friendship with her. So close that even the difference between our ages didn’t matter. One day I asked Urmila ‘why don’t you wear T-Shirt and Jeans like other girls?’ . First she hesistated to answered but I asked her repetadly. She looked shy but the replied ‘My boobs looks stretched tight when I wear T-Shirt or top’. I looked at her and smile and said ‘Then You must be turning many heads when you walked on the road’.She smiled and became silent.I hold her hand and. " What do we have coming up?" Molly asked."We have a set of mountain peaks tomorrow," Josh explained as he pointed his intended route on the map."6885? That's the height of the mountain, right?" It is," Josh confirmed."We're really going to climb up to the top of a mountain that tall after in this storm?" Josh hadn't looked outside since dinner. The snow was pouring down. The wind was blowing it horizontally past the cabin's windows."OK, maybe not tomorrow," Josh conceded. "We'll be climbing it.