The Love Letters of Thomas Carlyle and Jane Welsh, Volume 2

She didn't want to let go. "Yes, I am. Dale's going to drive me to the hotel to pick up my things, then to the airport. So you and Ray will have lots of time together." She winked coyly. "But, Cathy… I want to come with you." Though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak. The young blonde was not used to keeping such late nights, or such exhausting ones. Ray and Dale screwed even harder than the boy lovers she had enjoyed so far. She shook her head groggily. Cathy laughed at her and tousled her blonde hair. "You wouldn't be able to keep your eyes open. Now go back to sleep. I promise I'll come see you again soon. And I'll write crazy love letters!" She bent down and gave Jane a deep tongue-kiss. That was the last thing Jane remembered. Ray hadn't even managed to wake up to say good-bye. Jane was awakened the second time by a familiar prodding sensation up between her buttocks. She groped behind her and found the hard swollen shaft of Ray's cock. Her eyes flew open. Now she was wide awake, and trembling with desire ...»