She wrapped her legs around my waist as her orgasm took command of her.I continued to hold her wrists pinned to the bed so all she was able to do was ...squirm and wriggle around under me. I think this helplessness added another layer to her orgasm though, as she flailed around as much as she could, given her restraints.Once Julie had cum, it was my turn. I had kept on pumping in and out through her orgasm and now I was going to add my own contribution to the wet spot she had started.With a groan. When I told her that I would speak to her at another time, she surprised me by telling me that she was almost done and if I could just wait a few minutes, I'd have her all to myself. I hung up the phone." By that time, it had been about six weeks since I'd first met her. I was obsessed with her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was very pretty and I'd begun to think of her as mine. I hadn't been on a date or had sex since I'd started talking to her and I had the feeling. “I am Laurel. Laurel Armington.”“May I call you sometime?”She opened her purse, retrieved a business card, and wrote on the back of it by the light of a street lamp. “This is my phone number at home. If a man answers he is my father. I will have told him about you.”“When may I call, Laurel?”“Anytime you wish, Roger.” After smiling at me she turned around, got into her car, started it, and drove away. I stood in the street and watched until she disappeared into the fog.Soon later I was walking. As the movie that we were somewhat watching ends gf decides that she wants to go for a shower before she snuggles into bed with me. Apparently she wasn't too drunk to go for a shower, though I couldn't say the same for myself.I watch her and smile to her as she takes of her clothes in front of me. She slowly unclips her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Then she slides down her black thong, and I get already excited about the idea of sniffing them deep into my nose.As she goes into the.