Though they wished to remain in that moment forever, they slowly let go of each other. “So what about that promise?” She whispered to him. By the ...look on his face, she saw that he secretly hoped that she forgot his promise to take her shopping when she arrived. But none the less, he smiled and took her to the supermarket. She made her way straight to the clothing department and picked out a dress that she liked. It wasn't your everyday dress, it was more like lingerie, something to wear to. “Once I get horny, it won’t go down for hours. “I had to ask. “Even after you orgasm?” My mind was running into overdrive. My body was quickly catching up with my mind.“Always.” He responded. “I masturbate…all the time, really…and after I shoot, it stays hard for hours. It doesn’t matter. “I laughed and then had to interject as soon as I saw his expression change to sorrow. “I’m not laughing at you; I’m the same way. Once I get going, it doesn’t matter how many orgasms I have. I want more and. Michael then put both his hands on the back of her head and began to slide his cock in and out of Aisha's mouth as her hands instinctively fell to her side.As Michael's swollen cock continued to explore Aisha's virgin mouth, her silk hijab kept slipping down from her head. Michael pulled it up gently, more out of his desire to maintain this taboo fantasy than to allow Aisha a measure of dignity. After a few minutes of discomfort, she began to relax and soon was able to take most of it deep into. I approached reception and advised her who I was and my mission. She asked me to have a seat, while she advised someone I was at reception. Then I saw her, my bus mate, my morning vision of beauty! She was approaching me, hand extended, with warming smile.“Mr. Tonner, I am Avery Wilmore. Please follow me, this won’t take long.”Hell, it can take as long as possible. She looked great on the bus, but following her, I am overwhelmed with her scent, a haunting floral mixture, and her bottom, what a.