I felt even better than in previous times. Probably because I knew she wasn’t going to stop. I was going to fill her pretty mouth with my cum.I lo...ved staring at her jiggling boobs as she went up and down my thick shaft. She couldn’t take all of it, but I didn’t care. She tugged on the base a bit. It was a little clumsy. I’d definitely had better, but never from someone so sexy.I became hyper-aware of people moving around upstairs. Footsteps crossing the room above. The fear of someone. Her face changed as she got close, and grinning I pulled her hand away. "You bastard," she smiled. I pulled out, slapped her pussy and put two fingers inside. "You want to cum yet? You want to cum on my dick?" I asked. She nodded and her back arched as I replaced my fingers with my cock and she began working her clit again. To my surprise, she pulled my wet fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. Then she came. Her feet were almost level with her head as her eyes rolled back and her body. I love those kisses, but that wasn’t where the uncertainty ended either. It snowed last night. You kept looking out the window and saying it was romantic, in a way that could only happen in Canada – I’m not sure any other nation would look outside at snow and call it romantic. Especially not when there was a half hour drive ahead in the snow. In the cold and in the dark and in the snow. It snowed and by the time I had to leave, it was late and about five inches had fallen. You looked outside. Can you turn on your porch light or tie something around your mailbox so I know I have the right address,” I asked.She laughed a bit again before saying, “Believe me, you will know the house when you see it.”Ok. What the heck could that mean?I told her it would be somewhere between ten and eleven according to Molly’s estimates.If not for my shield reacting immediately to go around my car and push me off the bunched-up cars in front of me, I wouldn’t have arrived until Saturday afternoon. Only.