Or guessed from the obvious erection I still had.“I’m not… it’s not like I was planning that, okay?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw Paul’s look of surprise and realized what had happened. The blush I had felt beginning to recede immediately returned, stronger than ever. My face was blazing, and I looked again towards the wall, fidgeting with my hands and waiting for him to say something. He didn’t make me wait too long, but it felt like forever.“Dean. Look at me.”I did look, and regretted it. Paul’s eyes were once more locked with mine, and his expression was serious, his brow once again furrowed as he worked through everything that had been said between us. I stared back, a seething mixture of shame, fear and adrenaline coursing through me. I had no idea what to expect, or if I should expect anything at all. If it were me in Paul’s place, I would try as hard as I could to make this disappear, and allow everything to go back to normal between us. I wished I hadn’t said. "This would be a bit easier if this wasn't in the way," Lou said, patting my stomach. Well, it wasn't as big as my father's had been, but it was somewhat larger than a twenty-something's paunch. Hey, I'd been working on it for some time, just not in necessarily getting rid of it, if you know what I mean.Despite her criticism, she didn't stop rubbing on me. She leaned forward and I took her nipple into my mouth again. I sucked and nipped and used my hands to massage her breasts. The more I loved on them, the more she wriggled. It wasn't enough to get me off, but it was extremely stimulating.Suddenly, she stopped and shivered and wrapped her arms around me, sighing deeply. "Thank you," she whispered. She reached down between us, lifted up, and adjusted the angle of my cock, and then sat down, with my cock seated deeply inside of her. She sighed again. "Oh, I need this," she said and wriggled a little bit, settling me even deeper inside of her.She sat there, unmoving for what seemed like.
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