I’m still waiting for him to make a move. Still nothin’. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay or something. Finally I say to him “I am really ...grateful to you for picking me up.” I set my hand on his leg. “Really grateful.”“Oh yeah? Prove it” he says.That’s all I need. I run my hands over his crotch. Nope, he’s definitely not gay, he’s really hard in there. I unbuckle the seat belt. I strip off my shirt first, then my bra, so that my tits hang free. My nipples are all perky. He’s staring at them. She didn't realize they had attracted a small crowd watching her danceuntil the music ended and there was a small splattering of applause forher performance.Now Trisha was really embarrassed. She wanted to hide again, started tolet her coloring fade, and then caught herself. Trisha was gratefulthat they started a slow song playing. She said to Wesley, "I can'twaltz." No problem, neither can I. We'll do what everyone else does - justhold each other and shuffle a bit," Wesley said.Trisha put her. I laughed and sighed with pleasure, my hands rising to cup her breasts. "Well, if you insist, Breanna." #I marked that lazy Sunday as the real beginning of what Breanna and I shared. Her magic pill allowed me to get erect twice more that day and we made love like long time lovers and watched football and chatted the day away. My life fell into a wonderful pattern over the next weeks and months. Breanna and I would get together two or three times a week, making love in my apartment and sometimes. So after getting everything all wet and slick again, I got on for "one" last try. His kisses were hot and amazing, his cock easily slid into my hole, and with some pressure on my thighs from him from above at the same time he was pushing up from below, the head and a couple of inches slid in. I threw my head back and moaned and shot again! My boy cock and balls were rubbing against the thick wiry hair on his chest combined with the stretching open of my hole and his cock pushing across my.