Date night has always been my favorite part of having a regular girlfriend. Each and every part from the expectation to the getting ready (a boy shoul...d look and smell good for his lover) and all the way through the date to the sex filled end. And the beautifully wonderful times that a girl would stay over or that I was allowed to stay, I did love the following morning or slow sex and pancakes.Becky was a sweet young thing I met off campus two months ago. She stood a foot shorter than me and wet. She glanced out the window, and Andrew was still out there, painstakingly shoveling the walk and a path to her car. She decided to offer him some coffee. She set the pot to brew, which only took a few minutes. She turned on the electric heater that lived in the drafty old kitchen, and shivered. Her first order of business should be insulating this place. The windows practically whistled. One step at a time, she told herself. Victoria made her way to the front of the house, sliding her feet into. I was banging into her cervix she let out a moan closing her eyes,as I pulled my cock back she looks me in the eyes, come on fuck me real good stud, I shove my cockto the bottom again and she closes her eyes, moaning, pulling my cock she looks me in the the eyes and says, fill my pussy lover give me your cock. Into the balls again with her lustily breathing into my mouth as I kiss her, she breathes into my ear give me your seed. Im starting to put some effort into her cunt and my cock is hard. So I get a little anxious. Now add to that who my journey takes me to see. My Dominant. And the prerequisite "dress code" and your understand a bit how I was feeling last Tuesday. Sir was 12 miles from me. Attending a meeting in a nearby city. So we were taking the opportunity to see each other before he travelled home. He had, the week before, mentioned that he was thinking of a "dress code" for me when I came to him. Of course he then kept me waiting until he told me what it was. But he did.