Well that went on for a while, she had a number of one time lovers, each lover bringing his own slant on life to their bed, he looked it up he found t...he term was that he was a cuckold. Though each of the half dozen lovers she had taken had been OK at the time, one had suffered from droop, four had had him bound, perhaps because they thought he might turn aggressive, three had smaller or the same size cocks as Barry and not one had satisfied her like that first time with Ken. After each. My cock was ready!I lifted her left leg enough to get a glimpse of the glistening triangle of perfectly trimmed teen snatch and positioned myself to enter her sopping wet folds from behind... I whispered- do you want me? Her only response was her ass backing up on my engorged, pulsing steel pipe... I sucked her earlobe and thrust forward, with no mercy or remorse. Gripping her luscious tits and manipulating and pinching those button nipples; it was a tight fit that loosened only enough to. . all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow. What's that supposed to mean?"Mark smiled smugly. "Whatever you want it to mean, I guess, Priscilla." The door of the elevator opened and Mark moved down toward his room, noting with irritation that the young woman was still beside him. His key came out, opened the door, and he went in. Without a second's hesitation, Priscilla pushed her way into the room.Mark turned. "What's going on now, Priscilla?". " Yes ... let's find a nice French restaurant and have a nice meal," she said brightly."Agreed!We found exactly what we were looking for not far from our inn. It was a family run restaurant and featured foods of southern France. We also shared a bottle of red wine from the Rhone Valley. It was excellent and made our meal that much more enjoyable. We were on the home stretch now, and I could feel the anticipation in both of us. Kristiana would be home again while I would be starting a new job.