“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t need to…if you were my girl friend…if you lived with me. XXX I was getting close so I reached down to tickle her clit. “I’m having dinner, of course. Morgan was a bit nervous about our nudity but I assured her it would be OK. I started another kiss just as she shook uncontrollably, squirting all over my cock and balls. When we had finished I suggested a shower. I held her chair then seated myself next to her. Then, maybe, some 69 or great fucking for an entrée. My neighbors couldn’t see us—my house was out on a small promontory of land—and passing boaters would need binoculars to see us.
