"If we want." I gently rubbed her cheek with my hand.Jenny moved over me. She positioned her pussy over my dick then slowly sunk down."Mmmm," she moan...ed. "I definitely won't be giving this up."If this moment was Jenny and I "breaking up" then my last couple of days of dread were absolutely pointless. We would continue to be friends and sometimes have sex. I pulled her down so I could suck on her tits while she methodically rocked back and forth on my dick. Jenny's tits became more and more. He repeats it, and I whimper as the wave of pain sweeps over me. On the third one, I'm done."Spaceship," I cry out.He pulls me up to my hands and knees then takes me on the grass, gripping my hips firmly as he rams aggressively. My body is burning. It feels animalistic and raw, and I maintain my grip on the grass, tensing up."Breathe," Liam reminds me.As his breathing becomes heavy, he slows down and takes leisurely thrusts withholding from his orgasm to prolong his enjoyment."Play with. Still, it struck her just how long it had been since her school days.The reunion was tonight, but right now she was letting the memories wash over her as she drove the streets she used to walk as a teen. She was 33, happily married and had a good job, but that was another world. Here, she was on her own, reliving her youth.Trips were odd little creatures that way; once she got out of town and away from her 'working self', it was as if the other life was put on temporary hold. A phrase popped. I then told her she needed to answer “Yes Sir” if she was OK with my stipulations and then she needed to look down submissively and not talk unless spoken too. She pondered my proposition for what seemed like a long minute as we concluded dinner. Then she was shaking as she looked at me and said “Yes Sir”, then she looked down as told. I said she made me very happy. I then told her she could look at me and hold a normal conversation. She found it hard to speak coherently as we.