“Please, I've waited so long.” He sighed, and let is actions take precedence. He kissed me swiftly, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was... hard again. We went into his back seat, and he pulled the seats down so that we had more room. He shared one last, hot kiss with me, then started to take off my blouse. I was thankful at that moment only that I had worn my beautiful green and black lace bra that showed almost my whole breasts. He looked down, and gazed for a while. A single “Wow...”. Gradually and slowly you enter me, filling me up, then you stop, not moving. I sense you're wanting me to move so I begin to rock. You feel my lips close around your cock with each new thrust of my hips. The “gradually” doesn't last long, as intensity builds, every new, deeper thrust draws a louder moan from me until you’re all inside me.You are big. Or am I tight? Or both. Whichever it is, I am clasping my hands onto your glutes to pull you closer, deeper, tilting my hips to feel every thrust.. There were nodirect links. It took me over a year but eventually, after contactingseveral possible members and letting it be known that I wanted to join, Ihad a breakthrough.A certified letter was sent to our home. It was addressed to me andLaurie wasn't sure if I wanted it, so she didn't sign. I checked thenotice that the carrier had left and there, in the upper right handcorner, the sender was identified as 'C.C'. I was happily surprised.Unfortunately it was Saturday and I couldn't pick. “Now get started. I’m going to try to hold off cominguntil you do.”Wendell didn’t move until he heard Joan sobbing andsaying, “Do it, Wendell! Please. It feels awful. Pleasefinish fast.”Wendell started moving in and out of her slowly. Hedidn’t feel excited, but her tight muscles clenchedaround him kept him aroused. He didn’t feel like hecould come. Joan couldn’t stop crying except when shewas gasping or making terrible sounds of pain. After.