The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any time to issue forth see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to hang out again. Joe and Andy was in the parkland, tossing an old football around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two daylight before Maryse's departure to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say au revoir. Distracted by the persuasion, the casually tossed football game almost hit him against the head, only his fasting reflex action and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the chunk, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked snug,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

"Just thinking about Reese Antman, I haven't seen her for farseeing than an hour since the dance."

Andy shrugged,

"She had a lot of things to sort out since the last college fell through, turned out to be some form of sham. I did discover her say that everything seemed sorted yesterday, she would most probably want to see you today, I know how you two budgereegah like to advert around each other."

Joe chuckled,

"If I had the hot sister and you were the new young man I would be happy."

Andy placed a hand on Joe's berm,

"But I am glad bro, glad you finally got a girl and that she seem to have found a very stable guy to hang out with. Or at least as unchanging as us football types can get."

Joe laughed along with Andy and shoved his Friend against the shoulder,

"give me that pig skin and let's see if you can still do the Red LX six."

Andy snorted and flipped the ball towards Joe, Joe crouched and shouted,

"Red sixty six ! Red sixty six ! Ready ! rise !"

He took four footprint back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed easy when he walked and even at prison term when he talked, was no slouch in the running game department, in fact he held various course records and he proved this as he caught the arduous thrown ball after a bivalent swerve at about sixty grounds. The two threw up their arms in celebration,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a silly little robot dance and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden squeeze of his right field buttock almost made him climb up out of his tegument,

"Wha… !"

He turned to receive Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy flannel NJ, blue denim and simulated fur-lined iron heel that came up to her calfskin and wearing a huge smile,

"Hey there stud."

He broke into a grinning and enveloped her in a tight hug, one which she returned, only to tap his back after a few bit, he released her and she gasped for breath, giving him a small grin,

"Wow, you really take this leaving a girl breathless way too seriously."

He smiled and pulled her into another hug, kissing her gently, a kiss she gladly returned and then settled into his arms,

"Hmm, I missed you soooo much."

He kissed the top of her head,

"I missed you just as much."

He looked over at the approaching Andy, who wore a vast grin, that smile told him everything,

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to make certain it's a surprise, by the way, he owed me."

"I'm just glad you're here."

"Me too."

She released him and turned in his bosom, leaning back against Joe to depend at her brother as he drew close, then she clapped her script,

"Gim me"

Andy frowned and then realized she meant the ball and tossed it underhand at her, she caught it and bobbed it from one manus to the former, her volleyball skills on display as she kept the oval ball airborne for a spell and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the former hand tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting tiresome little brother."

Andy stuck out his natural language at her at the three of them laughed and Maryse looked up at Joe,

"seminal fluid on, let's toss the pig around a bit, like when you two were pocket-size and always pestered me to meet along."

Andy interjected,

"I can't remember that you ever did."

Maryse glared at him and Joe chuckled,

"Unfortunately I'm with Ant on that one babe, I can't remember one clock time either."

She chuckled and tossed the ball at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a thoroughly melodic theme, but Joe was loth to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the testicle at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to admit that he couldn't remember the last clock time they spent this sort of clip together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an hour later to trip up the premiere of a new serial that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a Mungo Park bench, or basically he sat and she sat on his lap, laying against his chest.

"It seems like you and Andy have sorted out a few things."

She nodded and smiled slightly,

"It was a very intense conversation, he's still a bit jumpy about it, but I think he knows how untimely it was and is rather trying to put it behind him and work on it not happening again."

She glanced up at him,

"Probably went a bit prosperous for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to talk, yes. Despite it all he remains my salutary champion, even though I did wish to wring his neck. It seems that he is sincerely sorry about it."

She snuggled up against him,

"That is good, I like the new Andy, a lot like the old one, without the attitude."

Joe chuckled,

"Was it that bad ?"

She nodded,

"At times it was yes."

Joe raised a hand to brush over her hair, it was tied back in a pony prat and he just ran his fingerbreadth over her scalp and then through the easygoing silky duds that hung down her back. He guessed that by now when they hung unloosen they would gain half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his tactile sensation and they sat in communal silence for a while,

"Joe ?"

"Hmm ?"

"Take me home."

He was puzzled at this,

"OK sure"

She slid from his lap and he got up, taking her bridge player he headed in the Lapp direction Andy took, only to let her drag him back and head into another direction, he looked at her and then in the direction her hand pointed, that was the way back to his home.

"Ah…that home."

She nodded with a smile and they left the park, chatting idly about the weather and the football season. When they got home, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his way and sat down on his bed, she started pulling off her kick,

"Uhm Reese, shouldn't I like close the room access ?"

She looked up at him and chuckled,

"Nope, we're going to watch over movies, I want to relax a bit with my boyfriend and if I fall asleep it should preferably be in a bed, not on a park bench."

He smiled,

"And you were going to recite me this when ?"

She shrugged,

"Dunno, just did, not get that sexy ass in gear, I haven't watched any of the new releases that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop, connecting it to the television mounted on the wall, then he selected the new film that she mentioned and turned to obtain her slipping out of her jeans, she already have gotten rid of her Jersey, underneath she wore a dilute jersey, and he could clearly see that she had nothing under that and as her jean pooled at her feet, he had to gaze at her as she stood next to his bed in dark blue hot pants and the lightly dark t-shirt. She got under the covers and smiled at him,

"seminal fluid on ho-hum poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and sock, his cap and jeans followed, leaving him in a white T-shirt and Charles Grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the medium musician on the laptop computer had done it's pre-caching and the first film started to wreak on the TV filmdom. Joe lay propped up on the cushions and Maryse had snuggled close, her head on his shoulder. It was like this that his mother found them and with a smile left field, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the movies she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to raise up her and was surprised when she stirred two flick later and looked up at him blinking,

"I nodded off…"

He chuckled and kissed her gently,

"You slept busy bee, you missed two movies."

She pulled a face and stifled a oscitance behind a bridge player,

"Mmm, must be all the running around and not getting any… Vitamin Joe."

She waggled her eyebrow at him with a naughty smile, grinning back, he playfully tapped her on the nozzle,

"What will your excuse be after four months ?"

She groaned and collapsed against him,

"Don't remind me."

She turned her tending to the new movie,

"How far in is this one ?"

"About six minutes."

She sniffed,

"Well I think we will be fed when it finishes, I smell food."

He sniffed and through her aroma and shampoo olfactory modality he actually caught a whiff of flavouring,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

"This is so prissy you know ? First clock time I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the cushions and watched the screen,

"mustiness be because you know you can trust me."

She chuckled softly,

"Sir Thomas More like I know I'm secure with you."

Her manus found his under the covert and their digit intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the cry for supper rightfield, the end course credit had just started rolling when his father popped his headspring around the room access,

"Ah you're awake, hello Maryse, food is ready."

"hullo Mr. Anders, I'm sure I can drop behind him away from his motion-picture show for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

"Don't tell me he dragged you in here to watch movies."

Maryse gave him a brilliantly smile,

"Actually it was my mind, I haven't watched any movies in the retiring two weeks."

With a nod and a undulation Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the next pic started, supper was a quick affair as his parents had to go out to visit a business comrade of Joe's begetter for drinks. Within the 60 minutes Maryse and Joe bade his parents adieu and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his elbow room, this prison term Maryse closed and locked the door behind them, a mischievous grin on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutch ensign, resistance is futile."

Joe smiled at her,

"Ah but I am not an ensign ma'am Borg, I am the XO."

She frowned,

"XO ? The executive director police officer ?"

His smile turned to a grinning,

"The hug and kisses, underground is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his weapon system, making her squeal in surprisal and a few minute later she sighed in pleasure as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some time, the kissing was decelerate and gentle, her deal slowly exploring his dead body through the material of the jersey underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his cap, giving her Thomas More freedom to explore, he lifted her New Jersey and they broke apart for a few consequence, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her pink mammilla already hardening, their coloring growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his T-shirt as she stepped close to him again, her sonant white meat pressing up against his naked torso as their backtalk found each other once more.

He ran his helping hand over her lithe back, exploring her flawless pelt, the soft velvety feel of her a feeling he had missed dearly. Her handwriting had slipped between them, stroking over his body as her other hand explored his backbone, he ran his fingertips over her back, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it and she moaned softly as he pressed those fingers down on the knotted sinew of her berm. After foresightful moments her fingers slid to his blue jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to fall down to the floor, her fingerbreadth undid the clit of his packer and slid interior, slowly stroking over the shaft of his dick, she pulled his turncock out of the slit and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their smooching turned hotter with every passing game moment, his hands finally coming to rest on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the material made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a slight smile. Her helping hand started to unwrap her jeans and he undid the laces of his sneak and pulled them off along with his sock and kicked his blue jean away as he watched her slide her jean down her ramification, her hot pants followed. He pulled her finisher, lifting her up and settling her down on the bed, standing up he pulled off her thrill, then her jean and underwear, leaving them both au naturel, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to snog her. Her branch folded around him, pulling him down, he sank down, her legs opening to permit him to determine on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his work force under her house ass, slowly massaging the firm muscles, making her moan in pleasure. One mitt detached from his shoulders and slowly slid down his spine, over his hips and in between them, grabbing hold of his throbbing prick where it lay caught between their bodies. He lifted his rose hip, allowing her more freedom to his prick, her hand slowly stroked the hard tool, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head, as more ooze out out, she rubbed her palm over the pass. She moved her hand over his shaft, pushing slightly she led him to her pussy, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a tight, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the sensitive head of his cock, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her manus slid away from his diaphysis, coming to rest on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing moment as her body opened up for him, her tight walls of her pussycat softly massaging his intruding stopcock. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her shoulders, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his articulatio cubiti, they looked at each other as he moved his cock slowly out and then back into her, each slow thrust taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each thrust, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, his groin finally met her own, their torso pushed flush against each early, his cock buried oceanic abyss inside of her, they stay like this for a while, caught in the mo. He leaned down ; their lips met once Sir Thomas More as he started to move inside of her, picking up speed until they found a easy footstep, dumb and sensual, not too fast nor too wearisome. Her soft moans muffled by their entwined spit and backtalk pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her hips met each tedious jabbing with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a while, looking down into her pin-up face, he couldn't get over the fact how much he loved her, it was a feeling that he was new to, but it was there and from the looking at in her eyes, she reflected that feeling. Their apparent movement gradually started to increase in gait, Maryse closing her eyes as her moans increased in volume, Joe leaned down and kissed her neck, which she arched for him, her hot hint against his ear as was her moaning. He felt her body shudder and she cried out his epithet softly as her soundbox convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her house body.

He kept up his thrusting and it had her digging her nails into his spinal column, he could feel her body convulsing again and again under him, the wall of her pussy gripping and releasing his thrusting cock with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued moans of delight was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his cock rushed his coming as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his cock to inundate her slit, he groaned in the unbelievable delight of his going, holding her tightly to him as their physical structure shuddered in delight against each other.

Locked together like they were, neither one saw the physique that backed away from the window, as it turned, a ponytail briefly lashed out and then the figure was gone. Once they both came down from their orgasmic walking on air, it dawned on them that cold air was coming in from the partially opened windowpane. Languidly they crept under the covers, Maryse settling on top of Joe, snuggling up to him and yawning,

"Hmm, you know how to fag a girl out."

Joe chuckled,

"Hey not my flaw you're getting so old."

She snorted and playfully punched his chest,

"Well this old biddy at least knows how to get you into bed without a hitch."

They both chuckled at that and he held her close, glad to have her with him before she had to give for college. He brushed through her hair, slipping off the set holding them together and fluffed them out with his digit. He gently stroke her whisker, feeling her breathing growing slower and steadier, he knew that they would have to clean up soon, but at the mo he didn't want to move, nor did he desire to disturb Maryse, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her grin,

"I love you too Joe. ”