Like, badly. I’m hanging on by a thread, but neither of us can risk meeting up when the girls know we are going to be spending the whole week-end to...gether.He picks me up from work and we leave the city behind. Bob Dylan plays on his tinny car speakers, as concrete finally gives way to lush green. Even though I never consciously feel that I can’t breathe in the city, we open the windows as we leave the tarmac, and as I fill my lungs with air, I’m instantly aware of how different it feels. Clean. It made me feel a little dirty, something I was quite enjoying being. After about 10 mins of sucking he told me to get on my back as he wanted to fuck me again.By the end of the night I was sitting on his dick slowly grinding away and bouncing up and down, we had fucked for hours and he cum inside my ass at least 4 times. We were exhausted, I joked about one more fuck before I left but he was done. As I slowly bounced up and down on his dick I told him about the meeting I was meant to be having. There ahead of me was Erika, lying on a weight bench, pushing a bar filled with weights off her chest extending her arms to their full length then dropping the weight down, only to repeat the process again and again. Finally she put the weight back on the stand, and sat up. Looking at me she said, "Now you know. I not only play basketball, and run but I also lift weights" She stood up. It was then that I realized that she was dress in a pair of gym shorts and a tight tank top. She walked over. He slowly started pushing my pants down a little past my butt exposing my underwear. “You do have some sexy underwear sis,” Ray said. “Thank you, but your boxers aren't as sexy though,” I replied. He laughed a little and I knew we were perfect together, we loved each other, we loved being together, and we had great chemistry. I'd heard a few times from various different people and places that chemistry doesn't matter, but seeing us together like that, bullshit to people that say chemistry.