Feb 19 2010: At Whitney's

This was one of those times when things didn’t quite go right despite the best of intentions. To begin with I was late; my morning commitment lasted longer than normal and I was mentally and physically exhausted to boot. Whitney was sipping coffee at coffee shop when I arrived at shortly after 1:00. I picked up a coffee and a serious cookie. Whitney drove us back to her house in her car and parked in the garage.

Within 10 minutes we were both naked and back in her mom’s bedroom. The last thing I removed was a pair of her mom’s panties which made her giggle. I bent her over the edge of the bed and pushed my face into her ass and started kissing and licking. After enjoying her like that and listening to her moan she flipped over and scooted her hips back on the bed. She grabbed my hair and using my hair like reins, guided my face where she wanted it … calling me an old bitch, ass sucking whore, constantly hissing at me, relentlessly pulling my hair and just fucking driving me crazy. Then she offered me her tits and, released one hand from my hair and started frigging me while I frigged her. She’d cumm a couple of times maybe more, so had I and we were laying there, me with my face cuddled against her ass cheeks, softly kissing her anal crevice.

We started again but unfortunately, someone came to the door, interrupted us, and turned out to be a neighbor who apparently had nothing better to do. Whitney went to the door, talked to this woman. I could hear the woman asking why she came home from school early, was her mom home, etc. This went on for a few minutes.

Whitney came back, we started kissing again and she ended up face sitting me which is my absolute all time way to get this child off, primarily because it makes me feel so subservient and personifies her power over me. I brought her off again; we lay there and cuddled.

Karen called, had missed her ride home and wanted Whitney to come get her. She sighed and we dressed. As we were leaving, Whitney looked out the window and saw the nosy neighbor out in her yard. It just wasn’t one of those good days. In the garage, I scrunched down in the seat and stayed that way until Whitney drove out of the neighborhood. She took me back to my car. We hugged and promised to get back together at a more opportune time.