"I pulled her into me and kissed her forehead. When I stepped back, the tear trickled out of her eye and ran down her cheek. I hated seeing it. "I'm s...orry," I whispered."Don't be. Thank you, Chike. Thank you... for everything." She lowered her head, unable to look me in the eye. "I'm sorry," she said back to me and took a step toward the door."Please don't be either," I said. "I have cherished every minute I've spent with you, Ifeoma. And I always will." After I said this she reached her hand. ..? Are you not going home for Christmas?''No,' she said, seeming confused. 'I don't get on with my folks. You haven't left either.''No, I'm going home in a day or two. I...' Deciding to dampen it down, I said, 'I've had a couple of friends over.''Last night? Yes, I heard you. Sorry for knocking your wine over. I was... I was just in a hurry to get out. I'll get you a new bottle.'There was a silence, an awkward one. We both knew the score.'You heard us, though?' I said.'Look, it's fine. We all. "I'll tell, I'll tell."Her voice was as weak as her body. The inching, wedging cock took her breath away. Her head spun as more and more of the amazing prick entered her body. She gasped in alarm, wondering if the stiff cock would split her up the middle.The man chuckled with pleasure to see what his huge cock was doing to the girl. She kept protesting, but look how she was writhing her pussy on his invading prick! He thoroughly enjoyed the slow penetration of such a youthful pussy.When there. .. Thanks." I took a swallow. "All the way. New York."Pete took his beer back and nodded. "Long ways." How about you?" Just down to Bakersfield." He gave me a little shrug. "I got some work down there." What do you do?" We were just killing time."Cowboy," he said with a grin and I laughed. "Serious. I've been working horses and cattle my whole life. I like it." That's pretty neat," I decided. "I've never met a real live cowboy before."We shared some more beer, drinking it slowly between us and.