.. uhhh... uhhyes... it's... cumming... uhhhhhhhhhh." I felt myself stiffen and my back arched throwing my head back as I gasped aloud. I tumbled over...on to the sofa and lay on my back, looking adoringly at my Lena, she too smiled at me as though I was the only person she had ever, or could ever love. She said, "How was that Annie, on a scale one to ten?"I pretended to think it over, she playfully slapped my thigh, "Oh I suppose it was... eleven!" She slapped my leg again and laughing, fell in. I took a seat on the bench where I'd talked with the agent yesterday and tried to relax, but it's hard to calm down and unwind when it's nine degrees above zero and the wind's blowing.Cars started moving along the streets, first one or two, then little parades of four or more. I stood up and stretched, put my hands in my coat pockets and walked towards the house.I rang the doorbell, three short taps on the button, and stepped back, waiting.The lights were off inside, the house dark and still. I. Gloria walked with us to my SUV. She told Jen to behave until we were all together at her place. Then the two kissed and we pulled out of the parking lot heading to my hotel.Right after pulling out onto the street, Jen slid her sundress straps off her shoulders and over her arms, pulling the top of the dress down exposing her glorious huge breasts.I almost crashed the vehicle! Thank goodness it was a four lane avenue because I went into the other lane almost into the median, narrowly missing a. When she saw me she waved to me with the gesture that I should stop. Being kind off in love with her I stopped immediately. We had actually never spoken before so she started out with some small talk. She asked my name and how my run was. I tried to answer at a really cool manner but just couldn't. I was like a little c***d speaking to Santa Clause. My cheeks were turning red, I couldn't look at her and started to stutter. She immediately noticed what was going on and decided to tease me a.
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