I got in my car and noticed a bar napkin on the seat next to me, with “Sam” written on it. I moved my leg to feel his penis, to stroke it. Xxx “God,” I had to quickly release my firm round breasts, as my legs became weak with desire. Staring at my face in the mirror, I suddenly recalled running a red light on my drive home. I slowly turned on my side and curled up hugging my extra pillow, his pillow, hoping he would appear by magic. I stood silently alone, listening as the cry of his Harley faded into the dark stillness of the cool morning. His manhood was going in, slow and steady. I desperately clung to him as he slowly began to fill my wanting arms.
