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My True Love Index
Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
all that I went to showered and shaved. I showed up it my s****rs right six o'clock. I didn't have to wait on her one bit; because soon as got out of the limo she ran right to and jump I my arms. She planted the biggest kiss on me and I return it back. She was dress to kill. She had on this tub black dress, with silk thigh highs, and high heels. I had and theory that she didn't have anything on under that dress, so I had her to turn around for me so I could just get a good look at her. Then she ask me. "Well, little b*****r do you like." "Hell yes I like I going have to beat every guy off of you tonight." "Thank you hon, but I promise there is only one guy for me tonight, and if anyone is going beat someone it will have to be me. Because now I know why women like men in uniform." I was dressed in my dress blues. Then she said, "I feel like I am in the movie 'Officer and a Gentleman.'" After she said that I reached down and sweep her off her feet and had her in my arms and told her, "Well I don't know if I looked better than Richard Gere, but you hell of a lot better than Debra Winger." Then she kissed me and I kissed her back. As we where going to the restaurant, we where taking about my life in the Corp, about Mom and dad. Then she asked about the roses. "I love my roses, but why all the different colors." "You don't know the meaning of the roses will let me yell you my fine look lady. The red roses means LOVE. The white ... roses means PURE. The pink roses are the best it takes red and white to make pink, so a pink roses means PURE LOVE. And last, but not least yellow roses mans TRUTH. "So far, it's the best date I've ever had, AJ," Sara gushed and cuddled close to me. "And, it's just getting started." I said "I love your gentle touch; all afternoon I trembled thinking about how you touch me, how your hands feel as they move over my body. Yes, just like that," she whispered as I tested my theory that she wore nothing under the dress. My hand on the inside of her thigh slipped over silky, warm skin as it traveled up to her wet vulva. Her trim legs separated, giving me access. She moaned and kissed me with passion, and en route to the restaurant, I gave her a small orgasm with my fingers. The dinner was delicious -- a rousing success, but not as successful as Sara. She turned a few heads that night in the restaurant, both men and women, and when we arrived at the club to dance, I felt like the luckiest guy in the nightclub. I certainly had the most beautiful woman on my arm. I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be or a person I'd rather be with. We danced during a slow song. The loveliest woman I knew was in my arms, flashing me warm smiles, and the wonderful curves of her body pressed up and down my length. I wanted to suspend time, to hold her like this forever, but the song ended, and she stepped back away from me, furtively glancing down to eye the erection she had ...