Blind Date with a Busty Latina in Public

As we lay there I could tell he too was getting hard. I could feel myself close to orgasm, but wanted to wait until we could both blow our loads together. Sislovesme I leaped out of bed, grabbed him and threw him to the mattress. “Why, yes, how did you know?”
“I was at the Homecoming breakfast when it was announced,” he said. “Just know that it’s cool with me if you need to jack-off tonight. With football over it was time for wrestling season. “Will you be home for the wedding though?”
“It’s tomorrow, so yea, I will. “You’re queer, aren’t you?” he continued. I boarded and went to the closest seat by a window that was still available. The strokes became quicker and quicker and our breathing was simultaneously increasing with each second. “I will always love you Bob, you know that I hope.”
“Oh, yes, my love, I do know that,” I responded. I scooted off the bed, went to the dresser and got a towel. I knew what he meant. It was so nice to know that we could communicate in just a glance, but then again, we had gained a lot from each other over the past months and this was just the beginning. As I just began to dose off, Michael knocked on my door. I stowed my suitcase on the upper rack and sat down, looking out of the window to the blank wall that was there in the bus station. “Thinking about Brandon I see,” he said with a little laugh. He told me that he knows he didn’t seem upset, but