The sun had all ready gone down and I could see the moon start to show in the cool spring air.
	I swear you know me too well because next to my chair is the remote, ashtray and a big glass of wine.
	Waiting a few seconds with no answer I start to think if I noticed your car as I pulled in.
	A smile, no a smirk crosses your lips as you grab my cock in your hand.
	You have always loved how it feels in your hand.
	I look into your eyes as I help you lower your hips down onto my thick cock.
	As you come close to getting to the base of my cock your head arches back and you close your eyes.
	You put your hand on my mouth as I start to moan from the pleasure you are giving me than put a finger to your lips.
	I give you the smile of understanding.
	God I love how we think alike I always have.
	To hear the sound of your pussy sucking my cock massaging it with your expert muscles.
	With the quietness I can hear every breath and your heartbeat begin to settle into a pattern to match mine.
	My cock is sliding in you almost effortlessly as you have become so unbelievably wet.
	You can feel me getting close to the edge now as my cock begins to pulse and get even harder inside of you.
	Slowly I begin to rub my cock against the lips of your pussy spreading them making me harder and harder all over again.
	You plead for me to never stop to make it go forever.
	I can feel the inside of your pussy spasm from orgasm over and over again.
	As I thrust one last time into your wet tight pussy I release into you a blast that would impress a porn star.
	Grabbing your ass moving you with me in unison not letting us separate.
	Her deep green eyes stared back from the freckled face in the mirror.
	Apart from that Joey wore an old pair of jeans, a little worn at the knees.
	However looking at her reflection now, Joey decided she'd do all right.
	Most of the time her parents were away, conducting various business deals that paid for the extravagant home.
	Getting into her little red Ford, Joey turned up the air conditioning and put the car in gear.
	That was all Joey knew about her.
	As she pulled the car into the airport car park she began to worry about this.
	Or worse.
	After all, she knew nothing about this girl; she could be a drug addict or a kleptomaniac or anything.
	Her hands were slippery with sweat as she picked the keys up and locked the car, and this wasn't just from the heat.
	Still, she was killing time.
	The coffee was too hot; it burnt Joey's lips leaving a little red mark.
	She left it to one side and bit into the sticky donut, the jelly inside spurting its warm liquid into her mouth.
	Now she looked down at her watch and saw the flight should be arriving in five minutes.
	She looked at her half drunken plastic cup of coffee and decided, after a moment's thought, to leave it that way.
	Standing and waiting for people to emerge from customs Joey's nerves began to return again.
	Most people had already left but there was still no sign of her.
	Worries begun to fill Joey's mind again.
	Then Joey saw her.
	A good four or five inches taller than Joey, she had jet black hair and legs to die for.
	Her dress sense and style made Joey feel greatly self conscious in her jeans and sneakers.
	Her black stiletto sandals made her stand even further above Joey.
	Designer sunglasses were perched on her head, pushing her straight black hair out of her dark eyes and pale face.
	She walked almost as if in slow motion, swaying her hips and tossing her long black hair.
	She turned towards Joey and walked over.
	She bit her lip again, still nervous, and drew a dark spot of blood.
	Conversation didn't exactly flow but Joey wasn't as completely stumped for things to say as she'd feared.
	Her parents were among the very richest people in St.
	It was a tiny town and the roads were mostly quiet.
	The cloudless skies on this hot sunny day made the place look even more appealing.
	The designer sunglasses were gone and now her black hair was tied back from her white face.