<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry had expected a lot of Cat after her skilled way of sucking and he wasn't disappointed the least. That girl had some natural talent and he couldn't remember that he had felt ever better in his life than in this moment of lustful thrusting into her wet hole. She was tight around his dick and without the massive amount of fluids they had produced with the wild making out it might have been painful for her, but her sounds told him that she liked it too. Something seemed to be on her mind though, he could see flashes of pondering in her eyes and he wondered if she might think too of dating. Jerry had already made up his mind to ask her in the morning about spending the weekend together. He liked her and it wasn't only the incredibly good sex and her wild beauty, there was more to her than just those two assets. Although they were big assets and hard to ignore.<br/><br/>He pushed her upright and held her body still with his hands at her side while he started to fuck her with quick, long strokes. Her breasts bounced in front of his eyes and that view made him absolutely horny. He had fucked nice and beautiful girls before, but Cat was special. Her breasts weren't perky and small, but round and quite heavy and it was exactly that handful he liked to see on a girl. Her long hair was hanging down to nearly her ass and it covered his hands too. It was quite the look, like she was some ancient witch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Damn, you are by far the most gorgeous girl I ever had..."</span> And that was by far the most lame compliment he had ever made. Jerry could slap himself for it. It seemed like he had lost the touch long ago. Maybe he shouldn't have settled down like that and kept the wild times going he had at college. On the other hand it had never been a turn on for the girls when they learned about his profession. There wasn't anything sexy in being a social worker. And no glitter and big bucks either. Maybe it was the reason why he seemed to have written church lady or wallflower in big letters on his forehead. Those girls assumed that he would be a good father and a helpful husband. And yes, Jerry had no doubts that he might be that...to the right girl. He loved to play with his nieces and nephews and he wished to have kids too, one day, after he found the right girl. A girl who was a volcano in bed that might make him forget this night with Cat. Unfortunately he feared that Cat was one of a million.</div>