My lips parted for him, I could feel him inside me. I parted my legs wider, urging him into me. Danny shifted, taking his weight from my chest, raisi...ng himself up on his arms. His cock slid deeper into me, it hurt but not much. I’d masturbated plenty of times dreaming of this moment. He kissed me hard as he pushed deeper, sliding all the way in. His eyes locked on me, I nodded gently, smiling into his eyes, letting him know I was ok. Danny began to thrust gently into me, stroking the hair from. At around 8:30 that night I had just finished brushing my teeth and about to leave the bathroom when I turned to find Dante leaning in the open doorway. He was wearing a t-shirt with jogging pants. He lifted his t-shirt up to reveal that his hard cock was pointing up at his belly button pressed tight against his stomach by the waist band of his pants. His cock head was swollen and luscious, the veins stood out under the skin. He lowered his shirt smiling, obviously pleased at how instantly. "I tend to eat quickly," I said, pausing for effect. "But with those tasks that require patience and a slow, easy rhythm, I know my way around that track as well," I finished with a smile. I was hoping that she had caught my not-so-subtle double entendre. "Why, thank you, Danny." She took the cup of coffee and quickly took a sip. "And I've always liked French Roast. And the name 'Danny'," she added and smiled, then lightly cocked her head as if she were going to speak. "And that 'patience and. The joke suddenly sent signals to my groin and I stared openly at her breasts.Right. Well, you could wait until your tits exploded. She turned back to the phone book. Listen, I'm serious.I'd do it for you." "Yeah, I'm sure you would." "Well, problem solved then." She actually looked as though she considered it for a moment, and then replied: "No way, you'd enjoy it too much." So might you, I thought. "You're running out of choices. Besides, I'd promise not to enjoy it." She laughed at that..