Kneeling behind her, Dan was easing his lotion-slicked erection gingerly into her virginal back door. “Ms. xxx I was less certain how Stacey would react, but surely she couldn’t expect me to go for days and days on trips and not have any relief, could she? “Porn? “If he doesn’t understand, he’s not the man for you.”
She flashed me a grateful smile and scampered off the bed to collect the phone from her purse. “Can I drop you off somewhere?” she asked, sounding a little reluctant. I wanted it to go on forever, but my body finally pooped out about 6 AM and we just lay in the bed, holding each other. “I think we’re persona non gratis,” she replied, mangling the Latin. I understood how it felt to be torn. I didn’t feel bad
