I have wanted you to fuck me."

Tim started to cry, and I kissed away his tears. "You aren't my class project," I continued. "You are a gorgeous hunk. Your dick isn't crippled, is it? Obviously not." And then we both laughed, releasing the pent-up tension.

And when we were spent from laughing, "And speaking of gifts," I said. "Could you gift me with another fuck right now?"

"Could we wait just a few more minutes," Tim asked in that deep, rich baritone of his. "It's been so long, I need more time to reload."

"Oh, all right," I answered in mock derision, "But only if you'll keep your dance card open for me next Thursday night."

"I'm not sure I'll need to be going to those meetings very many more Thursday nights, but I'm sure I can arrange to be free next Thursday."

I felt his cock coming back to life within me, so I lowered my chest to his chest and my lips to his lips again. Then I went up ever so slightly on my haunches, so that my ass was held a few inches above his pelvis. For a good twenty minutes Tim showed me that there was nothing wrong with his hip and glute muscles as he pumped that huge cock of his up into me in long and short, electrifying, cum-filled strokes.