He looked at mein the eye and then smiled, took my backpack, passed his arm around mywaist and drove me again to his home.We walked in silence through... the quiet streets and when we arrive his handwas again placed over my bum, but this time it felt nice and reassuringinstead of the previous weird.As soon as we entered he closed the door, drop his keys on a dish andstanding there in the entrance he grabbed my shoulders, placing me rightin front of him and unzipped his pants.I blushed and. She felt a gentle kiss on her lips in reply. ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes just relax dearest.’ Without much prompting she contently slid neck deep back into the warm water. Minutes passed how many she didn’t know or care. She had just gotten a much needed massage, was in a body of water, and had been told to relax. Not to mention she was feeling very loved and was fully enjoying the unexpected bit of appreciation. So when she heard the door open again, she couldn’t help a small frown. The. My eyes softly closed, my mind went into the la-la land of passion and pleasure, with images of his cock, as it slid into me in his prison cell, and my imagination of his semen pushing his swimmers to attack my egg, relentlessly battering it, until the one single gamete was able to penetrate it, as his cock had penetrated me, and started the most basest of biological functions, human reproduction. My hips started to rock against his pelvis, and I felt his fingertips reach to my petals from. " Three times!" he shook his head in disbelief. "And now there was Lorraine!" And now there's you," she grinned, reaching down to his crotch and finding the hardened length of his cock, somewhat surprised at its condition after Paula and Kate."I was watching you and Lorraine," he explained without her having to ask, then moaning as she stroked up and down on the firmness of his manhood."Michael, why didn't you tell ... uh ... about your family?" she asked.He shook his head, "I don't know. I.