Josh's place was a humble apartment building, a long stretch from the affluent sub division I lived in. My Beemer fit in to the space he directed me t...o, a space adjacent to his older Honda Civic. I found the door and knocked. I knocked a second time, could hear a distant television. Finally, as I was about to leave, the door opened. Josh was a tall, good looking guy, with a cold hard look to him. He gestured for me to come in, the door closed behind me. He pointed to the floor inside the door.. She wasn’t going to wait long. I broke off the kiss and knelt up. With one hand I took my cock and began to rub the head on the entrance to her pussy then slowly eased just the head in. Sara’s movements slowed down and I saw she was feeling some pain so I softly told her not to do anything and in a moment it would be fine. Once I saw her face relax I gently began to move my cock in a bit further. There was no problem with lubrication but I wasn’t getting very far, her pussy was the tightest I. Just enough to drive her wild, but not actually please her. She exhales, her head back, eyes still closed. Thunder rumbles a little louder overhead now. Even by barely brushing her pussy I can feel how wet it is. She's ready. But I'm in control. I pull my hand away guide it to my cock. I use it to control my tool as I lean in deep against her now. I lay my cock down on her pubic bone, just above her pussy. I lean in, pulling her to me and kiss her again, grinding my dick into her. Her pussy. It wasn’t yet noon, so I phoned my office and told them I was “in town,” not yet back to work, but “willing” to talk to Nadine – and gave my Sat-Phone number. I then went down to the desk and asked whether I might speak to the manager or assistant manager. I saw panic in the clerk’s eyes and assured her that I was not complaining about anything.A neat older woman asked whether I was waiting. I said “yes” and she asked whether I’d prefer to make my enquiry in the office. I said this was fine. I.