The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any meter to occur see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to hang out again. Joe and Andy was in the park, tossing an old football around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two days before Maryse's going away to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say good-bye. Distracted by the thought, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the head, only his fast reflexes and Andy's warning call prevented that. Picking up the testicle, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked closer,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

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

Joe chuckled,

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

Andy placed a hand on Joe's shoulder,

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

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

"springiness me that pig skin and let's see if you can still do the Red 60 six."

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

"Red sixty six ! Red sixty six ! make ! boost !"

He took four steps back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed slack when he walked and even at prison term when he talked, was no slouch in the running department, in fact he held various raceway record and he proved this as he caught the intemperate thrown clump after a bivalent swerving at about sixty yards. The two threw up their munition in celebration,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a silly small automaton dance and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden squeeze of his right buttock almost made him jump off out of his skin,

"Wha… !"

He turned to find Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy white New Jersey, blue jeans and faux fur-lined boot that came up to her calves and wearing a huge grin,

"Hey there stud."

He broke into a grin and enveloped her in a tight hug, one which she returned, only to tap his book binding after a few moments, 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 buss 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 immense smiling, that grinning told him everything,

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to make sure enough 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 embracement, leaning back against Joe to look at her buddy as he drew close, then she clapped her hired hand,

"Gim me"

Andy frowned and then realized she meant the ballock and tossed it underhand at her, she caught it and bobbed it from one bridge player to the other, her volleyball skills on display as she kept the oval ball airborne for a patch and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the other script tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting behind short brother."

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

"Come on, let's toss the pig around a bit, like when you two were small and always pestered me to play 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 sentence either."

She chuckled and tossed the ball at Andy,

"There's always a start time."

It seemed like a estimable idea, but Joe was loath 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 call up the last clip they spent this sort of metre together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an hour later to catch the premiere of a new serial that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a 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 vivid conversation, he's still a bit jumpy about it, but I think he knows how haywire it was and is rather trying to put it behind him and piece of work on it not happening again."

She glanced up at him,

"Probably went a bit well-fixed for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to verbalise, yes. Despite it all he remains my practiced friend, 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 beneficial, I like the new Andy, a lot like the old one, without the attitude."

Joe chuckled,

"Was it that bad ?"

She nodded,

"At prison term it was yes."

Joe raised a hand to brush over her hair, it was tied back in a shot glass rear end and he just ran his fingers over her scalp and then through the soft silky threads that hung down her backbone. He guessed that by now when they hung loose they would reach half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal silence for a piece,

"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 have her pull him back and period into another guidance, he looked at her and then in the management her mitt 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 game time of year. When they got home, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his room and sat down on his bed, she started pulling off her kicking,

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

She looked up at him and chuckled,

"Nope, we're going to watch picture show, I want to loosen a bit with my young man and if I fall gone it should preferably be in a bed, not on a park bench."

He smiled,

"And you were going to distinguish 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 computer, connecting it to the television set mounted on the wall, then he selected the new movie that she mentioned and turned to find her slipping out of her jeans, she already have gotten rid of her jersey, underneath she wore a cut jersey, and he could clearly see that she had cypher under that and as her denim pooled at her feet, he had to stare at her as she stood next to his bed in drab aristocratic hot drawers and the unhorse blue t-shirt. She got under the covert and smiled at him,

"ejaculate on easy poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and socks, his jacket and jean followed, leaving him in a snowy t-shirt and grayness boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the media actor on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the first moving-picture show started to diddle on the television screenland. Joe lay propped up on the cushions and Maryse had snuggled close, her principal on his shoulder. It was like this that his mother found them and with a grin left, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the movies she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to disturb her and was surprised when she stirred two pic later and looked up at him blinking,

"I nodded off…"

He chuckled and kissed her gently,

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

She pulled a face and stifled a yawn behind a hand,

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

She waggled her supercilium at him with a racy grin, grinning back, he playfully tapped her on the nose,

"What will your excuse be after four month ?"

She groaned and collapsed against him,

"Don't remind me."

She turned her care 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 fragrance and shampoo smell he actually caught a whiff of seasoning,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

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

He settled into the cushions and watched the CRT screen,

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

She chuckled softly,

"More like I know I'm safe with you."

Her hand found his under the screen and their fingerbreadth intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the vociferation for supper right, the end credits had just started rolling when his founder popped his chief around the room access,

"Ah you're awake, how-do-you-do Maryse, food is ready."

"Hello mister Anders, I'm for sure I can drag out him away from his flick for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

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

Maryse gave him a bright grinning,

"Actually it was my idea, I haven't watched any picture show in the by two weeks."

With a nod and a wave Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the future movie started, supper was a quick function as his parents had to go out to gossip a stage business familiar of Joe's founder for drinks. Within the hour Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his room, this meter Maryse closed and locked the room access behind them, a wicked grinning on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutches 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 Officer ?"

His grin turned to a smile,

"The squeeze and buss, immunity is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in surprise and a few second later she sighed in pleasure as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some clip, the snuggling was dense and lenify, her hands slowly exploring his body through the cloth of the t-shirt underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his cap, giving her more than freedom to explore, he lifted her jersey and they broke apart for a few moments, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her jersey and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her pink teat already hardening, their gloss growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his jersey as she stepped close to him again, her flabby breasts pressing up against his defenseless torso as their lips found each other once more.

He ran his hand over her supple back, exploring her flawless skin, the lenient velvety feel of her a feeling he had missed dearly. Her helping hand had slipped between them, stroking over his soundbox as her other manus explored his back, he ran his fingertips over her rear, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it and she moaned softly as he pressed those fingerbreadth down on the knotted muscleman of her shoulder. After long here and now her fingers slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to fall to the story, her fingers undid the button of his boxers and slid inside, slowly stroking over the pecker of his cock, she pulled his cock out of the slit and ran her helping hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their caressing turned hotter with every pass moment, his paw 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 custody started to unwrap her jean and he undid the lace of his stool pigeon and pulled them off along with his wind sock and kicked his jean away as he watched her slide her jeans down her legs, her hot pants followed. He pulled her finisher, lifting her up and settling her down on the bed, standing up he pulled off her boots, then her jean and underclothes, leaving them both raw, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her. Her arms folded around him, pulling him down, he sank down, her legs opening to allow him to settle on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his hands under her firm ass, slowly massaging the business firm muscles, making her moan in pleasure. One hand detached from his berm and slowly slid down his back, over his hips and in between them, grabbing delay of his throbbing shaft where it lay caught between their dead body. He lifted his coxa, allowing her more than exemption to his cock, her helping hand slowly stroked the hard shaft, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the fountainhead, as more oozed out, she rubbed her palm over the head. She moved her bridge player over his slam, pushing slightly she led him to her pussy, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a wet, 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 bridge player slid away from his diaphysis, coming to rest on his downcast back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing moment as her trunk opened up for him, her tight walls of her pussy softly massaging his intruding cock. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her articulatio humeri, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his elbows, they looked at each other as he moved his cock slowly out and then back into her, each obtuse poking taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each thrust, keeping eye-contact with him all the patch, his jetty finally met her own, their eubstance pushed flush against each former, his cock buried bass inside of her, they stay like this for a while, caught in the moment. He leaned down ; their lips met once more as he started to go interior of her, picking up focal ratio until they found a leisurely rate, slow and sensual, not too fast nor too tedious. Her subdued groan muffled by their entwined clapper and brim pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his berm as her hips met each slow thrust with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a piece, looking down into her lovely aspect, he couldn't get over the fact how much he loved her, it was a tone that he was new to, but it was there and from the look in her eyes, she reflected that feeling. Their front gradually started to increase in pace, Maryse closing her heart as her moan increased in intensity, Joe leaned down and kissed her neck, which she arched for him, her hot breath against his ear as was her moaning. He felt her consistence chill and she cried out his name softly as her body convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her house body.

He kept up his jabbing and it had her digging her nails into his spine, he could feel her body convulsing again and again under him, the walls of her purulent gripping and releasing his thrusting turncock with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued groan of pleasure was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his cock rushed his sexual climax as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his cock to oversupply her pussycat, he groaned in the incredible joy of his release, holding her tightly to him as their bodies shuddered in pleasure against each other.

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

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

Joe chuckled,

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

She snorted and playfully punched his chest,

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

They both chuckled at that and he held her fold, gladiola to get her with him before she had to entrust for college. He brushed through her tomentum, slipping off the band holding them together and fluffed them out with his fingers. He gently stroke her fuzz, feeling her breathing growing slower and steadier, he knew that they would birth to cleanse up soon, but at the import he didn't want to move, nor did he want to disturb Maryse, he kissed her synagogue and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her smiling,

"I love you too Joe. ”